10 July 2012
My head is slightly bigger than a potato, Small compared to what it contains, This and that, things, too much to know. Everything, since time began remains, Locked within, let loose for all to show, In drizzles, bits n fits, squelchy brains. I sneeze exclusively and yes, oh no, It's not belief or fact that renders stains, It's the remnants of deep thought to go.
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Leaking Head • Opuss № I