47 : coffee

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turmoil mixes like a brew
a cup of coffee
concocted too strong
for innocent lips

my stomach turns
and trembles
at the remembrance
of my betrayed
beauty and worth

oh mother i feel the sky slipping into my body
and expanding from the inside out

—binge purge disorder

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