Poem 3 By Ashley HobbsTin Can PoetryJan 10, 20241 min readThe distaste of your love lingers in my mouth sour, bitter and bloodyI am begging to unlearn all the ways you moulded me into an instrumentyou like to play
The distaste of your love lingers in my mouth sour, bitter and bloodyI am begging to unlearn all the ways you moulded me into an instrumentyou like to play
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