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Feb 2019
You where that
                    beat..

That never really caught
         that rhyme.


Collecting murmurs,
            that you cuddled up too.


But you never realised
  that you where the...
              

Missing beat that left me silent
        at the end of every night.


But I still cuddled you every weekend
           when you never caught a glance...

Even though I was the one that looked deeper
        than any glance,
        I was the one who wanted to hold you dear...
Poetic T
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     Em MacKenzie and Poetic T
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