Twisting she didn’t want to show her face
Her American face drugged eyes unintelligible dialect
I only like noises that don’t mean anything the glow
From a early canter made everything incalculable
Her relaxed body her righteous curves
A headlong dance that challenges one to join in

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memory documentation and manipulation
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