746.

Hers was an act of
repudiation, shunning
that which mirrored back.

745.

Dressed in wonder and
web's capture. This seduction
a trap in vision.

744.

The veil of my heart,
tempered by the weight of all
obvious deceit.

743.

Where only cliffs and
falls will ever feature in
the false wish for change.

742.

Too often dressed like
sheep and full of the same blind
mirror destruction.

741.

The armies, always
persistent with followers,
that breed tendencies.

740.

If only tangents
were not so easily made
belief by others.