seven

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unlike you, my hands never stopped till dawn
my eyes teared up upon seeing light
my mouth tired from moving to quick words
my back sore from sitting in the same position for hours

my pencil scratched paper quicker than yours
your pencil never moved
my tongue only stopped moving when the beat stopped
you blabbered shit all day long

honey, don't try me
i can burn you with my tongue
i will turn you to ashes with just a single sentence
i can make you fall to your knees


THIS IS SO WEIRD I'M- it was extended from the phrase i thought of " i will burn you to ashes with my tongue, try me " and i guess i'm fine with it

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