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My Melanin Queen by Mighty

My foundations are crooked

Hooked on the smell of your melanin skin

As if it was thin layers of heaven making me think I must have an obsession

This feeling have met all of my conditions fixated on the prickle of my smile as if this Jingle i’m spilling isn’t the end of this aggravating reality of not actually being able to feel

Confusion stemming from this illusion of feeling your energy like a conductor's

Hole punch for this train i’m taking to escape the shape of your mouth,

saying things like come here I fuck with you a little more

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