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I taste it on your lips I feel it in my throat Can you taste it on mine Bile and ***** Car rides home- why am I driving again? Don’t look at me like that with that phony smile. I see it every time I pass the liquor shop. From a hundred different men. You’re just the same. Look at you. Squeezing my hand like a child. Bottle blue like my thigh. I catch a glimpse of the moon through the rear view. His frown staring into my soul. I feel it in my throat again. Catch a whiff in the air. Bile and *****
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
bile & *****
I taste it on your lips I feel it in my throat Can you taste it on mine Bile and ***** Car rides home- why am I driving again? Don’t look at me like that with that phony smile. I see it every time I pass the liquor shop. From a hundred different men. You’re just the same. Look at you. Squeezing my hand like a child. Bottle blue like my thigh. I catch a glimpse of the moon through the rear view. His frown staring into my soul. I feel it in my throat again. Catch a whiff in the air. Bile and *****
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
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