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Angelic Sadism.
Every splinter
Of a thousand shattered mirrors,
Reflects the scarlet lips
Of virgin velvet dream.
I glimpse
At a thousand fleeting strangers,
In hopes to find her eyes,
I have once seen.
Illusion, sweet mirage,
Or simply drunk delirium,
Dream came to me at night,
Through smoke of cigarette.
Created carelessly,
In a moonlight solitude,
Will stay forever
As a guiding muse of my sonnet.
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