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Jul 2018
Aftertaste;
Your lips reek slightly of
lies and broken promises.
trust me, I know the smell.
it might not be you though,
maybe it's me, the scent
may have made permanent
home in my breath after
countless years of others
leaving their lies on my
tongue.
But I'll ignore it,
and you'll pretend it's not there.
Qwn
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Qwn  19/M/BC
(19/M/BC)   
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