Words Too smart for my own good but not good enough for the louvre, So postpone the exhibition I need to assimilate my infatuation with pretty things and move past the dark blinds and dance with open minds, In the space where space merely means nearly nothing but a word with a notion Which trickles down and drops in to an ocean of blackness, all around inhibited with no sound More silent than quiet as I follow the white rabbit.
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