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Smiles, tram cars, stinging eyelids Transparent brittle shards, Ashes finding water surface All of this onto a palm Locked into a fist I’m the coin that’s landing on its rim The odds were slim and yet I am standing on a grin The third side says that Karma always wins
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
The Narrow Side
Smiles, tram cars, stinging eyelids Transparent brittle shards, Ashes finding water surface All of this onto a palm Locked into a fist I’m the coin that’s landing on its rim The odds were slim and yet I am standing on a grin The third side says that Karma always wins
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gabriel-burns
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
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