my coo-ca-choo

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Poetic, – the hormones of music
are invading my coo-ca-choo.

The cadence of all my pleasures,
it devils the agony in ecstasy.

The tiny butterflies donate to me,

With the ink's rhythm, my words
are entrapping you, too.

Admitting I'm not perfect, furtively,
you deeply track my Essence.

You're hooked on my Poetic Allusion,
(my playlists ♪ your mood passkey).


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