

Sketches Of A SpaniardMy fathers, they sketch me as a spaniardSketches Of A Spaniard
And I love their whims, as we laugh through the fields in distant pasts.
But the poor bastards have died, with their souls left here in words. Decaying as the Decades pass, through television, and computers.
My fathers, Words are vacant today.
Your souls are unread.
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"Nothing is so strong as gentleness. Nothing is so gentle as real strength."
becky
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tonight make me unstoppable
WELCOME TO DEVART
i look forward in seeing your works
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