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Ex-Boyfriend **** Boy] (Spoken Word)

You like to say love disappeared.

And I swear it never left, but she talk like Kanye "Ima let you finish"

shrug her shoulders; cut me off, Swift.

    Drinks on the table it was no one else's business, Henny in my system there was no one else who witnessed how she never took a breath like a run on sentence so I'm in the club flexing working on my fitness; arms out stretched on my chest crucifixion.

    I'm forgiven but could never get a word in not even one syllable I'm talking in synonyms I,

never

ever

nevermore, words with friends.  Triple word how absurd you be trippin **** on my Instagram insecurity I'm tired of it I'm with my Boys chillin rarely smoked but might burn a spliff; ease the pain so insane major Payne fatigue is in.  

    I got a glimpse of future, I use to, try to hit you up reconnect, bluetooth, I'm in her ear lying for the *** I miss you, she on top giving me the truth: this all you.  But **** it though I'm not trynna be your man, but when she leaving out for work I be sleepin in

and when she home I tax that *** like I'm Uncle Sam nothing ever change so after head she be at my neck

next

    Flashback to the present

--and--

she still telling me how I don't get it

stressed

unproductive in her presence, you not even in front of me I'm still tasting lemons; Yo, my star player wants a trade should I let her go? cut too deep for bandaids should I let it flow.  

    Throwback to the past vampire clothes but the blood different I'm a sucker for that red though: she was floating 6 inches from the earth floor, you's a victim baby true blood, spoil us!  Show Me What You Got lil mama let your "Kingdom Come" dressed in all black spending money black republican?  Awesome and some; I was sliding home she was catching, clamping; say I turn her on like a touch screen, Samsung; with a touch of color you would disobey your mother as I slid under your covers

mid-day massages

"Midnight Maunders"

at least that's how it use to be, now Award Tour got her trippin almost frequently

we use to fight for love she said now she a causality!

        "and how you gonna make this bout you it's about me, phone ringing since 1am it's about 3

  thought you was slick huh,

thought I was sleep, you **** right love disappeared"

but she never leaves.

She's still waiting to exhale, but she never breaths.

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shfr
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May 13, 2014
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© 2014 by S Fraz All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of S Fraz

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