hold truth
no use
seen to your booth
rivals do look to
you only in who knew
charge in lightning flies
both ignites in right
about love
tight grip to sight
high pics on right
sips to his day
miss hips on the left
dips into crowns on the found
can't real touch the sound
to caught in town
on what he can never count
to many notes in pounds
was it dragging you down?
what's not around
always in pressure
treasured ever my rocks weather
storms to fair her stare
pulling away from there
love to care for a prayer
for fine hair
pulled out of the air
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