Soul curve

Watching her directly
Awaits the spooky error
The rest it's only arched
Bent terror

In cultured foul never
Only from itself
Always she's upset
But sure is not affected

The cherub arrives
In a silent port
For try the spoils
Of mortal soul
Ironic ropes bind her
At the barge reinforced
From irons and bolts

Afflicted and incredulous
Transfixed by the cherub child
Nor mourning nor crying
Unravels her soul
Harassed, neither rises
The voice it appeases the time

The cherub arrives
In a silent port
For try the spoils
Of mortal soul
Ironic ropes bind her
At the barge reinforced
From irons and bolts

The boxer's glove
She always wore
She was just so bored
Is now wet from tears

The latest wind
Runs away from her
Took away the heaviness
It's just a grant

The cherub arrives
In a silent port
For try the spoils
Of mortal soul
Ironic ropes bind her
At the barge reinforced
From irons and bolts



Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Azzirri
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