xenophon
blinded in peril by your majesty,
i fear not your apparel for it is only a catastrophe,
a sudden course of violence in my blood stream,
i feel magnetic, the pulse is quickening,
my small voice is laughing historian.
i fear not your apparel for it is only a catastrophe,
a sudden course of violence in my blood stream,
i feel magnetic, the pulse is quickening,
my small voice is laughing historian.
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