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I Gotta Be — Jagged Edge
loose ends
Sunday
there’s a lie at the end of the rainbow.
idly it sits, eagerly awaiting.
awaiting its chance.
to be imparted onto the hopes of the infantile.
calculated is it,
but a nimble mind already knows.
still, prevailed has it a time or two.
barricades are often penetrable.
🗝
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Hair Down — SiR ft. Kendrick Lamar
custard.
Monday
whose gonna love me?
bleak
bluffing
tact
bleak
huffing
intact
bleak
puffing
wrong move
bleak
loving
cost you
calling it an early night another time this week
Dido dreams
losing sleep
entrusting me
wasn’t meant to be
tangled
mishaps
subtle
impact
🗝
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What Kind of Man Would I Be — Mint Condition
fifteen
Sunday
falling behind
and it’s only the beginning
to walk alone
is only fitting
dead weight
switching
naysayers
the drama
head splitting
talks of
what you rather
tête-à-tête
fallen leaves
bags to gather
your assumptions are unfounded
unwarranted
unbounded
there’re lives to live
surrounded
unwounded
altruism
confounded
don’t worry,
i don’t.
i won’t.
🗝
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Tamika — Immature
tour de course
Monday
the wheels
the wheels
the scourge
the feels
the same’s
the manes
the squeals
the peels
such a dichotomy
oh, the monotony
mounting me
counting’s me
pantings
so good
love when he fountains me
seasons roll in
like an ocean
oblivious
blatant
without regard and
without emotion
hands’re foldin’
like the motion
the stares
the wears
cares
tears
a lair nears
a hunter’s savings
pariah
cravings
the hastings
the pacings
little lost petal
humbug
the wastings
a mill’s a brewing
so disguised
tempers
brooding
lovely skies
a stitch for a shard
naïveté marred
weathered the storm
What a canard.
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Any Time, Any Place — Janet Jackson
inwood
Sunday
undressing
flaws and all
phantom touch
soft spots and overalls
reservation
at the Westin
think I should stop,
but innuendoes keep me guessing.
just for tonight.
karmic deed
little bite,
shafts, and full speed.
i do you
you do me
how’s that for reciprocity?
bags and tags
sweat and shag
… you never had
no time for jet lag
beats marching
to what you say
cunnilingus
oops, I’m in the way
blurring lines
elapsing time
someone like you
don’t think I’ll ever find
a chance to see
a little tease
woes from thee
don’t forget me, lord please
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T-Shirt — Destiny’s Child
literally
Sunday
The lights are out to set the ambience.
I’m writing you as last night turns to dawn.
Intentions are held within this reference.
Such a presence leaves enough room to fawn.
Emptiness bides for the spare of your time.
A heightened sense might lead me through this maze.
Decisions between temptation and rhyme.
The unlikely has transcended this phase.
So uninspired I will be without you.
Too comfortable with passivity.
Is it my lacking making you eschew?
Undisclosed is your selectivity.
Although fantastical, please don’t discount.
There are times when amounts cannot amount.
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