That flashes enamel they smile Weeping from your mysteries taught Telling their desires to come And make a turn across the center Are clothes which make the "Kembe" suits Who...
Walk me, feed me! Bare, starved, stifled in this temple, I lay stagnant with abilities shrouded in vile expectations. Won’t find rest, in your resist, to walk me through a...
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