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Poetry by MAN Aug 2014
Worship taste you
I would never waste you
Ravage your body then I'll face you
I am your M.A.N
Hold more than your hand
We can make plans know where I stand
I am the real
It's what you feel
Putting a seal on this new deal
Show you I'm true it's what I do
Yes I'm a fool one for you
Drop the disguise you are a prize
A Khaleesi an empress in my eyes
Queen of the moon but that's been done
Love for you burns like the Sun
Till the day we become one
I'll beat in your mind like a drum
Take my words with a grain of salt
Fact that I love you is not my fault
Not looking to catch but I caught
Or looking to rent so I bought
Into you I fall away
Disappear into what I say
Serious with these words I play
To hold you in my arms someday.
M.A.N 8-1-14

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