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Aftertaste

You leave a bad taste in my mouth. The oomph of your spice dances on my tongue. Leaving behind a scorching trail of your treachery. Yet I still take sips of you in hope that your once bitter essence turns Sweet But only your burnt flavor remains.

Aftertaste

You leave a bad taste in my mouth. The oomph of your spice dances on my tongue. Leaving behind a scorching trail of your treachery. Yet I...