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“I rock, you rock, yeah we rock hard…put your fingers on the glass ma, let’s see if we can  fog the windows up in this car..nah ma, no worries I ain’t racing, I’ve been pacin’, I mean  patient, kept my engine cool, careful not to slip the clutch, understand this is my mind, these are my thoughts and this..well this one is from the heart…”

“Celebrate it’s Friday sweetheart, that time of the week when I say the words that get your legs to part…”          -.2dot

A Customer Service Letter From My Heart 2 Yours:

Dear Heart,

I want to draw your attention if I may, draw your attention back to me and how I beat..It’s from me, the heart, his heart,  that I speak to you, because as you can see, the mind and the mouth tend to get in the way at times. I feel that if I spoke to you, then there will be no deleting our message…I don’t know what it is or how to explain it to you, but I feel as if you get my message and you understand, then no matter what..we’ll always have the same:

 

Know that while our bodies are screaming: “Fuck it…I want you, I need, you .2dot..as much as I try to fight it…yeah I’ll admit it…I’m image so, yeah I know now that I’m kinda feelin’ I need ya, I didn’t know it until I looked into your eyes, perfect timing with the setting of the sun, right behind those lines, enough rhyming, no Shut Out, you scored with my heart. 10 Innings with the same pitcher and I’ll gladly hold the call to the bullpen..

Know that while my mind may be thinking: “My thoughts are changing all of the time, how can I get her to understand that she is within my plan, that it’s to your hand that my knees bend, not for now, but forever, you understand? I rock, you rock, I am but a man, you understand? and >2<, not as >1< is how I see us standing, ya understand? Feel my words and rock to my rhythm, yeah I’m off the image a little, but it’s your mind I’m still trying to hold onto…”

 

Know that while those things are a part of me, they are not all that makes me. I am but the image ..and because you know me, then you should know that I’ve shared this message before, I make no attempt to apologize..

See, I’m the heart..and while that voice up there may say all those things because it’s Friday and it just wants to fuck you..I’m the heart baby…

Feel M3?

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