Back to the primitive
Juxtapose my horizons
honouring my native blood,
while over by the campfire,
spear throwers and fish harpooners,
dance a poetic trance,
to some clay porcelain God.
Juxtapose my horizons
honouring my native blood,
while over by the campfire,
spear throwers and fish harpooners,
dance a poetic trance,
to some clay porcelain God.
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