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Sweet thing

How does love taste?
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I often ruminate...
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... years � � � � � � �
years have passed by � � � � � � �
since I have savoured � � � � � � �
its flavour � � � � �
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aahh, it tastes... sweet � � � � � � �
(too saccharine for me to remember) � � � � � � �
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that flavour lingered...danced upon � � � � � � � �
�my taste buds � � � � � � �
... for sometime � � � � � � �
before I decided to brush away � � � � � � �
the debris � � � � � � �
...left by him � � � � � � �
I flossed � � � � � � �
scraped � � � � � � �
scrubbed � � � � � � �
away the remnant � � � � � � �
every bit of it... � � � � � � �
(with all my might) � � � � � � �
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The residue �
of his so called love � � � � � � � �
would had bred germs of � � � � � � �
pain and hurt � � � � � � �
creating a deep cavity � � � � � � �
of emptiness � � � � � � �
digging it's root � � � � � � �
into my soul... � � � � � � �
eating up �
the very essence �
of me � � � � � � �
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I've heard � � � � � � �
cavity is dreadful � � � � � � �
... a hellish pit � � � � � � �
where love and worth of � � � � � � �
oneself � � � � � � �
takes a plunge � � � � � � �
get stuck � � � � � � �
to its core � � � � � � �
and � � � � � � �
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rot � � � � � � �
...rot � � � � � � �
rot � � � � � � � �
until �
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a despicable stench of � � � � � � �
self hatred, guilt � � � � � � �
and suicidal thoughts � � � � � � �
stale the air; � � � � � � �
the infections cause ��
soul decay � � � � � � �
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tokens of betrayal � � � � � � �
�a dreadful shooting pain � � � � � � �
up the heart � � � � � � �
an exploding brain � � � � � � �
and a sharp, piercing � � �
sensitivity � � � � � � �
...to sweet things � � � � � � �
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glad I rinsed away his taste � � � � � � �
but my tears precious � � � � � � �
didn't go to waste � � � � � � �
the saltiness finally subdued � � � � � � �
the sweetness � � � � � � �
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I no longer have sweet tooth � � � � � � �
I gave up for good � � � � � � �
I have no desire � � � � � � �
for � � � � � � �
sweet things... � � � � � � �
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