Three silver threads interweave,
to aim a laced filigree
parallel matters thus imbricate,
in leaf earrings of intricacy

Upon own ears had she wore
heels'd have bound by filaree;
ascended esse who's profligate
lieu were forked 'ver charity

Frolicked femme whose heaven
beams such loving frequency;
that could touch on anyone's
heart to jog around the jamboree

A direful face had she put;
fore restroom were entered,
no one'd have ever noticed
dark mirage who's opposing she

Smiled front while walked to rest--
room, to washed face where nobody
supposed to come by but one
who adorned artifact familiarly

Leaf earring on mirror were
worn by she but not she
existence of exact duplication; 
stood beside where there not should be

A direful face she'd never put,
stared at her menacingly
flickering lights loom sinister
when gloom evince intensity

Out of four bodies defines
only one'd occupy domain
'til our again rendezvous
there shall be nought...
for any selves to retain

Destiny had she left;
pertaining path one disagree,
joy'd be ensured but doom
adrift in orbit inevitably

Joy was appropriated thereof,
which made many concerned
discarded her proud embroidery
prowling aimlessly unto playground

See-saw for Mrs. Tristana
sat one side where nobody
supposed to come by but one
who didn't adorn artifact identifiably

Soft breeze blew chrysanthemum
across someone's face that smiley
on the other side who's about
to level she parallelly

White petal is grounded
in a place where children find
mirth of monkeying around when
no mature beings to be found

...

Fine lady's on a rocking chair;
cross stitching by a gold floss
gives neither woe nor joy upon her
face adorned in one leaf earring

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