The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. - Mata Hari


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oh pity please these tired and jaded eyes where jargon armies march relentlessly whose opportunists and whose idiots despoil the beauty of that unique invention of last century-- transform its purity into a perverse mart of triviality an engine for vitriol and scam that undermines the very fabric of democracy

© Pierre


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