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Jan 2012
I’m at a loss for words whenever you’re around
My voice hides and makes no sound
My prose swirls and hits the ground
My rhymes are nowhere to be found

But you always find the right thing to say
You make my skin quiver with the words you lay
You hide perfection between the breaths you sway
I’ll let you take my words, my voice, my prose away

If you never stop whispering to me
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No Equity
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