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5-20 Lines on: The art was most masterful on the dark canvas The genius of her life paled in comparison amongst those who balanced easily walking the tightrope Her prowess fit better in the poetry they dissected in essays The flagrancy of her virtues flourished on the end of the pencil with no self-awareness The sculpted lead side of gold gilding A pass phrase past the conversion point, on the wrong side of the tracks, near the empty bottles A spot in space-time with echoes of undying love blooming on the gnarled, rusted ends of rebar An undeveloped patch of feral green grasses clawing back rights to life against embedded chemical strata Does she ignite you? Or did you miss her in your propriety, passing by, following the posted signs