This poem I write
how can I tell you, I feel
insane in my brain
silently, despite
people, all the time, around
orange peel, I steal
every drink you drain
maybe because I love you
I can feel the ground
wobble, like a quake
remember the SoCal rules
if you bake a cake
take some to the fools
everyone knows you're my boo
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