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Dec 2014
Revolver

A sound so good I wanna say it again
Revolver

A taste so sweet for you to understand
Revolver

No flowers less fragrant for the passerby
Revolver

No work of art is tainted by the gazing eye
Revolver

We are dogs circling tails for tricks
A new house
made of found bricks

The original wind blown storm
Circles earth forever
once born
Universal Thrum
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