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A Poem by Nearstayy

The only thing that beats me is my own beating heart, I'm always a winner, my game's a work of art. I'm the Ferrari to your golf cart, the finish to your start. You scrape the bottom of the barrel while I'm toppin all the charts

© 2016 Nearstayy


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