The indian watches the modern indians dance, she fully not understands, in her honor modern steps are thrown, in her head she beads frowns, for her little boy, earth will scorn
Transtorno perverso. Lightbleu – Disorder
In a pursuit with no end, At last time will bend Little as is the stretch time in space will etch Transitions in vast repetitions… -RB
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