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Jan 2016
She gets bodied by minds
Our Intellect intertwined
Gets her wet until
She drowns in my words
Then comes alive

Just to save her suicides
She runs it back a hundred times
Like running backs trying to find
A hole in my defensive lines

She's a sporty shorty
Dropping gyms to try and court me
But when I land one
She says that's foul on the scoresheet
She sees that I'm a stand up guy
Looking for floor seats
I score to force overtime
And now I need more sheets
Written by
bjynxthelyric  the infinite
(the infinite)   
     ---, The Dedpoet, Rose and Bianca Reyes
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