Winter will not go.
Yes it was my vengeance. Will wear the
ochre color. Look- where I have come.
Will you ever dance in
a triangle? The wisdom kills. How far
was the center? Lots of smoke.
Peel of the tangerine.
I want to see how much the moon bleeds.
Small words scream. Winter will not go.
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'Yes it was my vengeance. '
'The wisdom kills.'
'Peel of the tangerine.'
'Small words scream.'
'Look- where I have come.'
'I want to see how much the moon bleeds.'
'How far was the center?'
'Lots of smoke.'
'Winter will not go.'
'Will you ever dance in a triangle?'
'Will wear the ochre color.'
'Dark Skinned Love'
'Winter will not go.'
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