I am a descendant of clogs, two pairs of little clogs left somewhere on the cobblestones......
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The dust of lovescatters in the palm.Particles carried by the breezeacross the face, through the.....
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Fashion,What is slavery?Words are getting lost,just erased.The names are to meunknown,spoken in.....
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When darkness shines,mind, spirit, and soulwhen they dance to the rhythmof our given life,you.....
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Does it matterif it's Wednesday?This is my day,crisp and blue.A day of fresh scent of flowers,a day.....
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Ah, spring intoxicates with its scent...Memories surgefrom a nearby past, not even shadows are.....
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