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  • A Giant Female

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    A Giant Female Fearless giant woman, a Botero in a cuadro that hung on a frame there where I asked of my Culture, an answer, and what did I hear, gente, what? That I am an illegal, unwanted, body of knowledge yet of principal and of the cherries so sweet sings my soul. We are Indigenoues women, we seek your redemption, your pleas for truth, of just adorations and faiths grown deep up along

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    A Giant Female Fearless giant woman, a Botero in a cuadro that hung on a frame there where I asked of my Culture, an answer, and what did I hear, gente, what? That I am an illegal, unwanted, body of knowledge yet of principal and of the cherries so sweet sings my soul. We are Indigenoues women, we seek your redemption, your pleas for truth, of just adorations and faiths grown deep up along

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    A Giant Female

    Enviado por

    AmericanSappho
    A Giant Female Fearless giant woman, a Botero in a cuadro that hung on a frame there where I asked of my Culture, an answer, and what did I hear, gente, what? That I am an illegal, unwanted, body of knowledge yet of principal and of the cherries so sweet sings my soul. We are Indigenoues women, we seek your redemption, your pleas for truth, of just adorations and faiths grown deep up along

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    A Giant Female Fearless giant woman, a Botero in a cuadro that hung on a frame there where I asked of my Culture, an answer,

    and what did I hear, gente, what? That I am an illegal, unwanted, body of knowledge yet of principal and of the cherries so sweet sings my soul For we are Indigenoues women, we seek your redemption, your pleas for truth, of just adorations and faiths grown deep up along the road where the old oak tree complains in a voice equal each of worth as are the children of a female as we all are inalienable.

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