June 23, 2010
By poeticharmony BRONZE, Hoboken, New Jersey
poeticharmony BRONZE, Hoboken, New Jersey
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None compares to you,
My mind spins with the thought of you,
My heart beats for thee,
Yet we will never be,
For our press for success,
To always be above the rest,
Is the crest that we wear upon our chest,
But i digress,
I'll let you get back to what you do best,
And give me a few lines,
Give me some of your hard rhymes,
And if you need a beat,
You can use my heart as the bassline.


The author's comments:
This Is About A Rapper I Met :)

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