I tell her: let me design a poem for you to memorize after I recite it to you.

I tell her: But be warned my voice can travel through walls and pierce hearts.

I tell her: And I’ll say it a few pitches below normal so that you can hear me loud and clear.

I tell her: But their is one thing you should know.

I tell her: I don’t play with words, I don’t play with hearts or minds, so don’t play with mines.And sometimes it’s mind over matter, and sometimes you matter over mind. #Gnite

By Justis James™

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