Talk Lucrecia H., who also played music when he writes,
from Japanese Hall.
from Japanese Hall.
The world has shrunk, no longer hides
caves without my scent
My brand of colored female cardinal points
There is no way without the trail of my instinct
No time to dilute the scent of my coordinates
The confusion is logical excuse
You prayed for the relief of forgetting the lyrics chew
But you know the outcome
Your body pressed my blood chemistry
Your skin has my stamp
Continents map dripping
The sea can no longer get away
you are not cultures, languages, creeds and dogmas
's hear more powerful than my name
Baste
star thread of water generate
Your wish is my trail only
Everything smells and tastes like me.
Thanks, Sis V.
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