ASH SHAWWAPOET • AUTHOR
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CONNECTION

No… Don’t Go

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I walked her way,
She came mine.
Nothing I could say,
She was nothing short of fine.

So here I am,
I got this plan.
I’m going to be her man.
That’s where I stand.

A lyrical miracle,
She drives me hysterical.
Don’t mean to be cynical,
But this is incredible.
So sweet…

You could call her edible.

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~ Ash Shawwa