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May 2020
You are the tonic to a bitter world
lemon, lime
unbearable
without your subtling sense

You are the tonic in a poison chalice
geese, turkey
grey and wild
without your taming touch

You are the tonic for a syrup glaze
rosy sweet
overwhelming
without your balanced reproach

You were my tonic
but now you’re flat.
Hopefully the idea of tonic water mixed with llb's, alcohol and rose cordial (and also playing to rose tinted glasses) comes across as a metaphor for the way our partners balance our lives out in different ways (makes it more bearable, give us a sense of order and grounds us etc).

I was intentionally going for an abrupt end, but not sure if this was effective?
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edgar-freser-collins  35/M
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   Nylee
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