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My words cut deep, leaving a metallic taste. Chocking on arsenic, my tongue toxic.   My lips drip poison, you taste me turning sour. I'm bitter. Now you're choking, I try mouth to mouth. Killing you slowing; unknowingly.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
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My words cut deep, leaving a metallic taste. Chocking on arsenic, my tongue toxic.   My lips drip poison, you taste me turning sour. I'm bitter. Now you're choking, I try mouth to mouth. Killing you slowing; unknowingly.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
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