There are kiosks,
where meddling butterflies smile
and paper cut men in sharp suits
give Indian burns
for free;
have you seen the machine
- it gleams.
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
There are kiosks,
where meddling butterflies smile
and paper cut men in sharp suits
give Indian burns
for free;
have you seen the machine
- it gleams.
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