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Perfume's scent to mask the air
of the arising sexuality

A laced doily
to line traditionality

A hair brush
to smooth femininity

A toothbrush and paste
to push perfectionism

Melted wax,
a Tabula Rasa imprinted from time

An enchanted mirror
that reflects this soul of mine-

Many doors, of possibilities,
and many bared from before.

Spun of course,
by a mathematical artist,
M.C.Escher.


If you missed me here,
then you might never see me.

And a snuffed wick
to finish this foggy glimpse.

Mistress Shadow's Works

Poetry	2003-10-01	Garden of Lies
Poetry	2003-10-03	Dying
Poetry	2003-10-05	Pity
Poetry	2003-10-14	Daily Battle
Poetry	2003-10-29	Gluttony
Poetry	2004-01-12	Fiddling with the Truth
Other	2004-05-29	Clichéd Thought
Poetry	2004-07-14	~Ode To Men~
Other (Depressed)	2005-10-10	Transformation
Poetry (Depressed)	2005-10-15	It's [Crying] Content With Me
Short Story (Reflective)	2005-12-01	The Forgotten Grave
Poetry (Depressed)	2006-01-26	Alter
Poetry (Comedy)	2006-02-08	A Number Line? What Do You See?
Poetry	2006-03-28	Hush My Sweet Slave
Poetry (Depressed)	2006-07-21	The sorrow is huddling to the shadows...
Poetry	2006-09-23	Subside into Shadows
Poetry	2006-12-13	Without ever loving you
Poetry	2007-08-08	Bucerias
Poetry	2008-07-20	Red Wine and Snow
Poetry	2008-08-08	The Scent of You
Poetry	2008-11-02	To Woo a Shadow

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