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MY SOUL IS BLACK
MY SOUL IS BLACK
The color of my soul is Black,
How my thinks on the clouds,
But your theme is like Jack,
Striking my veins on quiet sound.
Because I was in the night,
Like my life came from,
On the darkness fight,
Into a nightmare I got on.
And my skin still survive,
Over all the Summer,
Shoting my poor life,
Whitout my dream hammer.
Looking for the beachs,
Where my turtle put eggs,
Spying the crazy richs,
Walking leagues with my legs.
💬🩸🐢🥚🔨
MY SOUL IS BLACK
The color of my soul is Black,
How my thinks on the clouds,
But your theme is like Jack,
Striking my veins on quiet sound.
Because I was in the night,
Like my life came from,
On the darkness fight,
Into a nightmare I got on.
And my skin still survive,
Over all the Summer,
Shoting my poor life,
Whitout my dream hammer.
Looking for the beachs,
Where my turtle put eggs,
Spying the crazy richs,
Walking leagues with my legs.
💬🩸🐢🥚🔨
Poeta Braga Costa
Enviado por Poeta Braga Costa em 04/07/2020
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