Turn - Poem by David Sabo
Scraping my fingers scripting feelings on paper
all the time i thought i love i found out i hate her
i was in it for the flavor
next thing you know shes like 'hey see ya later'
what make me crave her?
probly was the danger
resent the labor
the love was in the waiver
repeal the label
come and see the table
i never learn
I cant believe your so conceded
So i left it for the worms
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