The yellow sense of the world
The crying wool cried his wolf
The shining sun ruled the world
The sound of steps was nuissance
The pour of sweat was useless
Crow Corvette was bulletproof
And part of me was bionichal
It's all so fkin useless anyways
As times goes by
The tears you'll dry
Can't sing boom bye bye
The popcorn's frying and I know Jack pie
XI / II / MMXIV
Luís Alves Carpinteiro
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