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Feb 2020
every time you cross my mind
fog fills my skull and clouds my thoughts
each time I say yourΒ Β name
my tongue curls up and green travels through my lungs
any moment I see you close
turquoise trickles and travels onto my lips
such salty emotions I savor
...
you are the badtaste that lingers but I’m obsessed with the flavor
badtaste
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badtaste  20/M/Murray, Kentucky
(20/M/Murray, Kentucky)   
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