sacred squares are designed and painted...white and
black...
distorted....all over....
anywhere....
clean more than any rich
intimate room....
it is the
black and white idols....
boobzi zi boob
high in the sky....
and this where they stay....
when they walk on the ground....
they work for minimum wage....
from factories...to dirty....
in the basement....
cleaning fir the
old customers....
girls....are
happy
to be together....
with others white and black girls....
here brunette is as lovely
as a blanded blinda bondi blonda..
you need a shut...
to separate
them from each others...
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