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lost to logic

Posted to Poetry

Mirrored in white, where to end.
Her logic walks into a screen door
And jokers trace grids on her face.
Sitting silent, contrast nervous giggle.
Predicate: happiness is beauty.
Premise1. happiness is life.
Premise2. life is beauty.
Stark fingers grease the board.
high heels slide easily on ice.
Validity, not an issue to those in a hurry.