Ears

In one out the other

Is there anything between them?

It tunes in to symphonies

Or maybe just the radio

Decorated in a million ways.

They've herad to many wonderful things.

(And evil, cruel things)

They've felt ecstasy caress it

And kept dozens of secrets.

The interpreter of hidden meaning.

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