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eye spy with my lil eye something soothing and palatable,
oh how hard she tries in conversation to keep herself civil.

but the doubt caught the better of me over the last call,
my achey-breaky heart be priceless cause my soul n' mind it does haul.

ice-ice lookin to keep each other company i spy,
but I'm still here waiting for my payment sincerely.

sadly lapse as we do in our youth; hormonal berzerk n' loon,
treated; young girls that split-persona want both crown n' spitoon.

difficult no doubt but there's a space for every conversation with basmati,
and she know it now; will it end it marriage or uncertainty...

...yo spying ice will see.

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