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Feedback Song For A Dying Friend - Legiao Urbana

Soothe young man sweating forehead

Touch the naked stem held hidden there

Safe in such dark hayseed

Wired nest

Then his light brown eyes are quick

Once touch is what he thought was grip

This is not his hands

Those there but mine

And safe my hands

Do seek to gain

All knowledge of

My master's manly rain

The scented taste

That stills my tongue

Is wrong that set

But not undone

His fiery eyes

Can slash my savage skin

And force all seriousness away

He wades in close waters

Deep sleeps alter his senses

I must obey my only rival

He will command our twin revival

The same

Insane

Sustain

Again

The two of us so close to our own hearts

I silenced and wrote this awe

Of the coincidence