Tick-tock, tick-tock she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

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Just a morning dew can wrap its arm around an...

Nurses see only
old lesions but for patients...

Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...

The gloom benights
and the twilight alights...

I am sickened by this crowd—
those who lost their Christmas...

Is transparency a soul,
something all the clear things share...

The magic of flowers
is...

This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in...
they never saw him, they saw themselves...

The greatest place to
hide your misdeeds is behind...

The mask covering 
our unsightliness, unmasks...