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It is me; the anonymous lover of your heart I can see you without any tart Yet, my love is unknown someone fine like you I want to change that without further ado, Your blonde hair acts just so, Your gait is long and steady, It makes me feel ready, Ready to say what I want, Without any rebuttal, You make me feel so nonchalant, Will you become my double? This is hard to process, You make it feel as if I bless you, Which I do, yet you must accept the hard truth, If only you could be a sleuth, To figure out my identity, I’m nothing more then regularity, Maybe, someday you could see me in the mere future, Perhaps, you’ll need a private tutor, However, shall you look indeed for me, I’ll be there with glee Then, we’ll have our happy party! P.S my first name starts B or R And last name with a C You shall find me where you do it all ~Anonymous Lover~

ANgelsBACK:

Poem

FrogGirlEmmy:

Some one record themselfs rapping this

ANgelsBACK:

@froggirlemmy wrote:
Some one record themselfs rapping this
Lmao

Paofumiistrash:

ong, this do go hard though @froggirlemmy

FrogGirlEmmy:

yesss

Paofumiistrash:

just add a nice beat and bame you got yourself a verse.

RurounixKenshin:

I like it good job

ANgelsBACK:

Tytyty

mrwhskers:

this song is actually really cool

ANgelsBACK:

Thanks

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