| Masquerade
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trochee
| These cheerless pinch of rays | 1 |
are subdued glints | 2 |
of a distant pyre | 3 |
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An envious lover in flames, | 4 |
a prowler on his shire. | 5 |
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Hence, hide your sycamore skin | 6 |
and the ancient mirror aside | 7 |
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delude; | 8 |
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in your bridal box of iniquity. | 9 |
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based on the picture:
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1 Aug 08 |
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Comments:
beautifully written.
— raskolniikov
thank you raskol.
— trochee
can't help but love lines 6 and 7
very nice trochee -
— Mongrol
Erotic insinuations of a voyeur on his shire... Hence, hide your sycamore skin, in your box of sins. or something like that... very hard to comment on this one other than to just say... oh... it was good ha-ha j.g. smiles
— goeszon
bridal box of iniquity? do tell. iiam all eyes.
— unknown
I haven't looked at the picture yet. The poem stands-out on its own. Nice write.
— JKWeb
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