Lensed eye does spy the vanity
The mirror mirrors mine
You track the tactful pantomime
A lie
A lozenge lost in lung and lapsis linguae lingers lost
I found a faith in fantasy
You filled the felt with ink
My pen was licked with paint and pitch
Of prides imprint
Self love hides behind
Contempt for ones own grand design
A levelling of grandeur of a kind
The limit of the vandal and the crime
Relax
God made you this way
For a reason
In his image
We love pretty
Obsession for obsessions sake
We love pretty
A bauble
A frantic shaken snowing bulb
A wintry, Christmas kind
Was cracked and leaking saline slime
Alive
Was bounced from walk to flooding grate
Unmercifully tossed
And placed beneath the chimney, intent
To fill the vial with ink
My pen ran drink
With scratching signs
All scars besides
I love me too
You love you too
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