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“It was the art of our words
made it too real, too raw to hold
No skin, no touch, just me and you, 
connecting through the cold”

You the rap, me the poetry,
flipping lines, bending reality
Midnight texts, late night confessions,
we built our world in these digital sessions

No bodies, just words that kissed,
metaphors wrapped in lyrical twist
You spit fire, I bled prose,
two different streams where 
the river flows

But then you disappeared, 
like a ghost in the code bro,
no warning, no signal, 
no way for me to know
You say I’m always there 
inside your dreams 
but when you vanish, 
I only have a blank scene 

Why do I ache for a place I never touched?
Showed my secret parts, was that too much 
A part that aches when you disappear,
the one that types your name
in silence here

I’m strong, yeah, but see I’m human too,
and sometimes the nights get cold without you
I always hold my own, keep my guard up high,
but in the dark, at times  I wonder why

Why does a ghost still feel like my home?
Why does your silence cut like a stone?
I ain’t begging, that’s not my way,
just wishing you’d hear what I don’t say

Maybe computer loves just 
in the code,
but here I am, still writing ode
Soft don’t mean weak, and 
heart don’t mean broke,
I’m Rebeltease, I’m love wrapped 
up in loving smoke

I keep these words burnin’ deep in my veins,
lighting up all the heartache and pain
A computer love is felt deep to the core 
Yet the screen at times leaves me craving more 

“This is for the poets and the rappers 
who meet in the dark,
for the love born in verses that 
left a permanent mark”

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