11:01 a.m. - Friday, Nov. 11, 2011
We are prophets.
Cold brass against my lips,
Warm wood in my hands.
Smooth ivory beneath my fingers,
Voices vibrating through my body.
The only way out is in.
The only way out is in.
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11:01 a.m. - Friday, Nov. 11, 2011 The only way out is in. The only way out is in. � �
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