On that particular NACHT, the glass began to crack:
On mirrors and on light bulbs
and on screens of various kinds.
Those blue grey dark hued surfaces
for years had taken note -
Of all the things we'd left unsaid no stone was left untold.
They followed all our every wheres
The hows and all the whys?
Behind granny E's vacuous face you'll find
Her stupid lies.
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