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Vic Dec 2020
You taste pretty good for poison
Like bubblegum with acid taste
Or cupcakes filled with nicotine
You're so sweet, it's quite a waste

I kept eating and eating
Leaving only crumbs behind
Now I suffer from the concequences
The poison's turned me blind

I can't see your face anymore
Just your shadow in my memory
The fruit is rotten and the cake is gone
But it was never meant to be
A poem every day
18/9/20

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