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Aftertaste
- Katelyn Tirado
- May 15, 2018
- 1 min read
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.
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