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Jul 2015
I buy
Chocolate milk
You liked.

And I regret
Because
The first sip
Tastes like your lips

Every sip--
Diluted memories,

Each sip--
Bitter, burning throat

And
The last sip--
You're gone.
Anthony J
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Anthony J  field teeming with daisy
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   From Jess's Lips and ---
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