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Make me taste winter
Every lash from bitter winds
Stripped, cold, desolate
rain drops
  ripples ascending
    disturbing placidity and calm
freeform experiment watching rain pelt a puddle mercilessly
Sip
Missing you is like reaching for a mug
And looking for a sip that
*just isn't there
 Dec 2014 Thenay Cora
Zac Mac
I received the "I miss you" text,
.
.
.
well to ******* bad,
I don't miss you
kissing boys with long hair
at parties that smelt like bad decisions,
and surviving on liquor so strong
that I would forget my own name,
simple to try and remove that awful taste
you left in my mouth.
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