August 2010
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ROCKER CHICK!
Sugar Chick, Made of metal flowers and aluminium razors
In your veins smoothly circulate the pentagram and the pride of the spring polen
Your hips know many stories, untold secrets
Your beats confuse constantly with the marching of ancestral warriors.
Sugar Chick, my Rocker babe
in the wildness of your labyrinthian ideas runs naked the sound of freedom,
just perceptible as a whispers in the...
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