Implicit
- The picture that she paints
- from the pieces of the shattered mirror
- his tattered gloves on a shelf
- reflections of his calloused hands are clear
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- Lost in possibility
- Frozen in hostility
- Found in the ability
- To adjust perception
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- The riff that he perfects
- Inspired by the muse from his feet she swept
- As he shouts an illusion of anger
- Like a gargoyle to scare the evil away
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- Lost in possibility
- Found in tranquility
- There is so much more
- We have eternity to explore
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