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Feb 2020
I still hold your name at the back of my throat
like getting sick
choking on the sound

the way it feels coming out of my mouth
poison

little black drips of you
seeping- riding over the soft curve of my bottom lip

unstitched

tastes of copper and blood
Written by
Audrey  27/F
(27/F)   
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