The Color of Conception

Falling into the burning radiations of the Sun I rejoice in a re-beginning My ancestors bequeath me the gift of remembering … hear me …

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My desire to change is the purifying power that led you into my arms Let my simple words, my touch, my smile cure you

Embrace the electromagnetic currents that come from the tips of my fingers and from every orifice that has been cleansed and charged by the…