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Jan 2016
there's a man
throwing pennies
up up in the air
heads or tail, yes or no

copper distraught
met silver uncertainty
wondering when will
gold find their way

metal in our blood
trouble magnet they say
isn't that what we're built for?

crystal clear, we'll never be
too muddled with impurities
but that's okay,
good samaritans are dead anyway
Nabs
Written by
Nabs  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
350
   cascandaza and Pauline Morris
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