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Nov 2017
On days like this, I make my coffee too strong, too sweet
Spoonful after spoonful, ignoring the yellowing enamel of my teeth

Something's wrong. But I think I'm okay, so I tell myself I'm fine
And soon it starts to taste like a bittersweet mix of syrup and brine
Maybe I should try tea next time
Written by
Rebecca Rose  F
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