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Thursday, January 1, 2009
I’m a thief By means all I say not I’m unimagined I’m the dark in the white The black in the light I’m the hole in the gap If I was right Then why am I wrong? Is in me then, The cause of worry? Across, afar I come see a mirror A presentiment abides In what I see I am a thief I shall not know why.