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

Flare of candlelight,
briefly cuts the velvet night...

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

All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest...

Kindness is a rare commodity,
even though it’s capitalized...

Nurses see only
old lesions but for patients...

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

Only in chains
does freedom begin...

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...