By my friend Mr. Nathaniel Hiscoe, the future Southern Oscar Wilde and the only person I have ever met who is truly good at spelling things.
 
 
 

shes got the face of tragedy

her smile is just wrong

so sure,

her eyes make me!

*dizzy* looks quite becoming

no one can be right next to her

and shes able to turn on me

she sits on my fence

and picks both my sides

while she seems all ways

to be on her own

downside

comes from, before, and across a nutcase

chronic and persistent

wait! purr!!-515+-+AUNT wait!!!

shes all they’re when shes not with you

your colors, your stripes, your number. and your shape

its all in her head

she is for everyone

and has nothing to do

with anything

shes never been in an open book

shes the real Paige Turner

(dedicated to you know who are you)

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