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Let's see if this makes any sense in the morning

i wanna be the kinda writa
that a sista can aspira to a
perfect compilation of the
twisted plans she's makin and
i just wanna be the kind of love
that makes you want to see above
the broken lines of hungry lust
that twist inside your needing lungs...

I just wanna inspire
The fire
Within

And I don't want to expire
The desire
in sin

No, that stopped making sense 14 hours ago.
But maybe you'll get it.
Maybe you'll see.