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Savour is not the word When the taste burns your tongue I'm forced to eat what eats me alive— The days have come when I wish I'd choke— Can I be the reason that what consumes me, chokes? Will this cycle repeat for the rest of my life?
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May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 2:21 PM UTC
Staring at the Imminent
Savour is not the word When the taste burns your tongue I'm forced to eat what eats me alive— The days have come when I wish I'd choke— Can I be the reason that what consumes me, chokes? Will this cycle repeat for the rest of my life?
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May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 2:21 PM UTC
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