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you are the mint on my tongue
when i must rid myself
of the foulness of the last.
and so i must take another
and another.
you twist and melt
between my aching teeth.
and you will be gone
long before the hour.
—every mint leaves a terrible aftertaste
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Addict with a Black Heart
Puisiaddicted to love but my heart is black - confessions of a recovering love addict and her story of rehabilitation. ©thebigeyedpoet 2017
