my coo-ca-choo
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, every frenglishly frisson . 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).