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Aug 10
Neither of us would admit
That what we had was purely
****.
So
Bittersweet is what we said
Instead.

But

Lies are just like sweetened lead
And Saccharin just makes my
Head
Hurt
And too much tastes like metal
Hell.
Cyan
Written by
Cyan
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