So Brosa

Clapping hands on the final day
Apotheotic stands at the trial play
Linking your emotions, flirting
Drinking on silk lotions, burning
Carabineri clunch fot the sinking way
Jewish heart punch slot the lucky play
Sucking your oceans, hurting
Living my own shames, learning

Colossous make up for the show
Analyzing stand up for a row
That's all fake, streets are riots
I'll keep awake, fuck you highers

When I touch you I feel slow
Spiral blood of you I feel it so
Scratching communications, hacking
Made of sweet end stations, sacking
Stroking, farting the idilic skin
Spining deeply what you mean
Rustic wonder, farse, lacking
Acoustic silver soap, adding
Clock's clocking
Turn dead
Cock's cooking
Burn head
Spread
Spread
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Vasco Pompaelo