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Dec 2017
My words cut deep, leaving a metallic taste.
Chocking on arsenic, my tongue toxic.  
My lips drip poison, you taste me turning sour.
I'm bitter.
Now you're choking, I try mouth to mouth.
Killing you slowing; unknowingly.
Teana Miller
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Teana Miller
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