Two rubics cubes,
Have much in common.
A rift between the two,
Makes different shades of solemn.
Then complexity ensues,
And a distorted mirror occurs;
To recognize a reflection..
One can never be sure.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
Two rubics cubes,
Have much in common.
A rift between the two,
Makes different shades of solemn.
Then complexity ensues,
And a distorted mirror occurs;
To recognize a reflection..
One can never be sure.
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