Efigenia Flores: How Your Flowers Have Feeded to Greed

Efigenia Flores: How Your Flowers Have Feeded To Greed By Sir Troy Anthony Platt

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Such yesterday I sung our team song.

Hear the cheerleaders with new chants,

How I dance my jig in the grandstand.

Every time we score I sing the chant.

Seeds of concepts feel this image,

Grow our flesh to seasonal frames,

Until the time of leaving this soil.

To heavens our hearts seek another love.

To become this tantra of Sinulog prayers,

Of beauty hearts seeking to escape.

Time to receive this sacred flame.

Laughter of moving in early hours.

How your flowers have feeded to greed.

Yes my darling, you have betrayed my heart,

How you spend my trust of rent.

How my thoughts are with the Lord.

To become this tantra of Sinulog prayers,

Of beauty hearts seeking to escape,

Time to receive this sacred flame.

Laughter of moving in early hours.

You tell me your name is Audrey Hollander,

Soon we will dance by the ocean.

Feel the waves caress our body.

For now I feel your sacred touch.

There will be some things happening,

Let me show you my striptease.

To become this tantra of Sinulog prayers,

Of beauty hearts seeking to escape.

Time to receive this sacred flame,

Laughter of moving in early hours.

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