poetic lines, for these poetic times, i write rhymes, for valentines, until
they put some danger signs, i got words of all kinds, you like it so much
that it makes you whine, but i think thats fine, i was pretty lil angel at
nine, that was my design, but when i write its like i shine, my looks and my
words combine, my words are so devine, that you cant decline, they can never
be refined, while i unwind, my words make you blind, when im on the grind,
and im always on your mind, i never thought youd mind..
 
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