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you swallow obligation like a five-course meal, while i choke on the bitterness of disappointment. your initials have become the menu onto which my heart is dazed, now all i am left with is the aftertaste of our initial connection.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
The last supper.
you swallow obligation like a five-course meal, while i choke on the bitterness of disappointment. your initials have become the menu onto which my heart is dazed, now all i am left with is the aftertaste of our initial connection.
KeishaFelix
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20/F/South Africa
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
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