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its top floor exec baby, but my fall just looks lavished in guilt/
70 million hoops above madison square.. while guardin'/garden a tradition
but once in a while comes something so rare like..
cinnamon skin.indian hair. type/
similar stair height/ our surroundings have toasted to us baby
hindered whispers (its theiir night)
while our bodies fall victim to the impaired fight/
and what tomorrow brings will be the song sorrow sings/
as an angel with borrowed wings asks .. (is it)
a note on the pillow that reads..
"we made beautiful music together but love is not the synth i want as lead"..

now breathe....

"this is just insane
with all these feelings that you claim
im just another reason for you to say we're all the same
but you got no one to blame
when you choose to play this deadly game
of blowing kisses in a hurricane"

she's tryna get her mind right (and i applaud it)
as she washes away in the night life (midnight marauder)
the odor of este lauder while she fantasizes of the dress that i bought her
memories like highlights, in her hair
faded into the norm
blinded eyes played her to the storm
how could your beauty plague you within your form
the faintest of alarms rings the bells of your vegas charms
and not the ones that dangle on her wristbone
she is..conditioned to the ringtone
assigned to my 7 digits, and while she stares offfff
i can only hope that she smoothens out her ridges
i can see her reach for me as the burned bridges
wash ashore, from the troubled waters of allure
see we play the game.. but who is keeping the score?
and with that said.. i hope we both leave this in a ..draw

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