A constant paranoia all over.
Love perishes and becomes
A detorted black clover.
Unsuspecting eyes cross
The implacable, uncovered nude.
Contrasting impersonations
Contradict the crude.
Imperfections induce
That of the demonizing anguised.
Stillness in the night of silence
Awakes to the demolished
-Emily Adams May 1, 2002
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