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Sep 2020
i was like mustard, you said
a nice shade of yellow
a complimentary condiment to you

the spice you wanted in your life
but you wanted only a little bit of me
because a lot of me was too much for you

and you decided then and there
as you walked away in the vast kitchen
that i was too much for you
too much mustard, he mumbled.
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CupcakesArePink  london
(london)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Sushant
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