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Mar 2018
If I could tell you my secrets,
I would let them fall from my mouth
like an opened bag of marbles
they would come spilling out
shiny little pebbles of color
mine would all be black
I can't see the back of my head
and probably never will
it takes two mirrors for the reflection
and I don't even like looking into one
I'd rather see your eyes
Universal Thrum
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Universal Thrum
   ---, --- and Wk kortas
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