I met a sociopath
I fell in love
He treated me like dirt
He used no glove
He was arrested
and he never called me again
When he got out he had no friends
He planted his seed into my garden
And then a plant started to grow
And today my plant asked me how it was born
How should I let him know?
That his daddy was a sociopathic douche
With not even a good excuse
a question.......... his father will tell you...............a beautiful write............
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I would like to translate this poem
good question. good write.