The Used Poem by Blake Foxx
The Used
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They call her grace,
they call her elegence.
I call her love,
I call her sweet.
She calls me friend,
She calls them friend.
In the end she always
calls them one thing.
In the end they always
end up the used,
the beatin' and abused.
I wish i was more,
They wish they were more.
We all just wish that we
didn't have to be the used.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
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