Bittersweet Bile

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My stomach was twisted tightly, painfully into a knot

So I vomited my words all over the page

My words for you, my thoughts of blue, the conversations swallowed whole

I let them out in a gross, sticky mess

It wasn't your fault the words tasted so nauseating

A mess of emotions, they'd mixed into a bittersweet bile

That I couldn't keep down any longer

And I had to let them go


Don't leave

Don't cry

Don't move an inch

Things, as they are, are perfect

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