Word Salsa #272

Where’s the oppressive state. people whose names!
Stand over the concrete! And he bravely forward baffled how was twice every feeling that made a book will our own throats of my battered barriered barrio leading to put hot or something, being a good government only time.

That’s what he reminds me iluminara!

A single whisper of colors and quiet hum drumbeats while the newest fashion model leveraged by fiery drop from tacos And their own heart, packed with someone else’s need to reach into the raping of magic in red with family, power to send my sanity apart, and falls on through the next morning as honoring his rhythms of flood Despite all the mountains.


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