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Apr 15
Simple and sweet
a sugary high none can match
a endless taste upon the lips

a bitter cup
coated in venom
Endless torment from the remains

Constant attempts
dwindling hope
but in the end

there all just words
so why do they hurt
when told to stop?
Writing of the Unknown
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   Sarayu
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