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Friday 29 June 2018

The Map Behind Your Eyes

The tale of the tune,
The trail of the moon,
All roads contend the 
Means to the end. Your  
Path you defend, or then 
You pretend
You knew all along  
T'was your secret swan song 
That you sang as you slept, 
And the gypsy was wrong. 

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