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Aug 2012
You are that acidic bile
in the bottom of my throat
no matter how much I try
to swallow you down along
with the lies I tell myself at night
the thought of you seems to
need to come up for air
punishing my body for the
unwanted thoughts of you
that I can still taste on my tongue.
Written by
Alexandria Jenkins  California
(California)   
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