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Aug 2018
My mouth is burned
By the acidic tastes
Of the orange rinds
And mistakes
Of the toxic paste
Driveled from my head
And out my throat
With haste,
And yet,
I never let go
Of the next bite.
another one
CautiousRain
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CautiousRain  26/F/USA
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