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NA Jul 2015
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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