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4d
Mirrors do not reflect light in the dark
Eyes too bright to see might be too keen to the blindfold at night
I was black so the beam of mirrors in the dark
Drank the spill of my image
From the face of the mirror to the pose of the obsidian
How can a black oak see itself in the face of a mirror in the dark?
Light is a phenomenal command for the dark but a compass for the mirror
Who holds the power of the light?
When sights pasquenades silver faces of mirrors
Heights of birds in flight gets the pull to the triangle
Water is unstable yet the triangle is perfect when it coordinates its death pull
A blanched eye and an obsidian sight can forge the triangle to hold the intensity of its pull
When infant mammals fly in Juno beach
OHIOMERO
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OHIOMERO  38/M/Nigeria
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