Those beautiful colors that make up her women danced in the black endless void. The fairies that spin and groove resemble myself, my multiple minds swaying with themselves as they await life's next bright occurrence. So that once that happening appears, I can combine and become clear, white and bright!
They dance too, with sweat and muscle and fury.
Though for what? For fun or for pride?
Yet they are selfless... as there are no lenses to watch... they are together all dancing.
They are dancing for others, not for themselves.
The working class, you dance, dance against the industrialized mindset of the bourgeoisie!
They have melted into a gel that springs up.
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