since you stopped this talk
sent me back to this lonely walk
drew th line of separation in chalk
wish i could feel helpless or in a lock
with your words my soul you chimed
your tongue my soul you rhymed
a tinder making me feel dimed
only to leave my eyes so limed
wait a bit, my ear heard last
my heart beats in eager so fast
2 my soul,keep a promise is a must
but its been too long off i feel cast
been bending to yo a burden i am
my thoughts to you a chatter of monkey-mum
so its your style to say it in mum!
but th last word you'll say whether you cram
one time have i caused your soul war?
too long i've been knocking your door
three much you played me to a sore
all in the wait to be your core
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