The first time we kissed you tasted like coffee, toothpaste, and happiness.
We were content
The second time you tasted like blueberries, tea, and sadness.
I couldn't believe it
The third time, you tasted like jello, medicine, and worry
How did this happen?
The last time we kissed you tasted like blood, dust, and death.
Goodbye, I loved you
inspired by the bunker podcast episode: crumbly, sugary slivers of hope
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