Oh window of blinding lights....
How do you blind so many
yet make the human soul so transparent?
The rain is flooding. The rain is flooding.
Echo. Echo.
Don't forget to love one another
when the sand touches our toes.
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A Conversation with Myself
If you're not me, you'd only be here if you went out of your way to look.
Turn back, or buckle in, bucko.
My secrets are well-hidden in plain sight