May 2015
Beautiful things do not ask for attention.
Sovereignty for it's own rite.
To capture the unattached,
Their words I will not change.
The stranger they are the more beautiful they become.
Sovereignty for it's own rite.
To capture the unattached,
Their words I will not change.
The stranger they are the more beautiful they become.
(Los Angeles)
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