Her
I can still hear H.E.R.
rhythm
in my head.
vibrations
off
my drums
H.E.R.
melodic notes
mesmerized me/baby/honey/you got me
beat.
out of sorts.
I said, honey/baby/you have
me
in tune
to your vibe
in an disorderly
fashion—wear me well—like the day
I said, baby/you/me/have/
have/me/you/
beat.
honey.
still.
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