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Oct 2014
everything tastes bitter in my mouth
compared to the memory of you linger on my lips
four in the morning is the worst time to whisper secrets
you told me to shut up
when i tried to talk myself out of you
your mouth was so sweet
sugar sours on my taste buds
because that was my last taste of you
Pretty Panic
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