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I Miss His Sweet, Sweet poetry
I Miss the way you flowed to me
I Miss your spoken words so bold
I Miss the way it curled my toes
I Miss the way you rhyme my name
I Miss the feeling of going insane
I Miss how your flow haunt my dream
I Miss how it made me beg "baby please"
I Miss his poetry
I Miss the fire that it sparked
I Miss the desire that it embarks
I Miss the flow that rolled like the waves
I Miss how it made me misbehave
I Miss his Poetry
It was the fire to my heart
It was an affair of the art
I Miss the Poetry You Sung To Me
Setting My Inner Feeling Free
I Miss his Poetry
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