ink poisoned

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you were milk 

cold, refreshing dairy. 

i was lactose intolerant

disobedient, i longed for a library.

a diary. 

my lips, coated 

my stomach churned. twisted. turned. 

i smiled. a twisted smile.

i enjoyed every second of you even though it left me in pain

- this knot in my belly 


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