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Oct 2019
I am spoiled like curdled milk
Lost and cold in the fridge
When the light is off, and no one opens it

Consume me
Sickness follows
Sticky and embarrassing, I slide through
The cap is caked on
The fill, is

Half full
Half empty
A ritual of being forgotten

I am the mold in your fridge
The sickness in your stomach
And when you buy more
I’ll be gone
Written by
dog pillow
     925, J Walton and Bogdan Dragos
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