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Bitter Taste

Love is four individual letters that come together at our expense to form a possessive vocabulary and selfish language: “you are mine,” “I want you.” We chase our pleasures here with eyes shut while these individuals sit around drunk off of our misery, and desperation. Listen to how they toast to us: “here’s to those fools that amuse us like children!”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 12/8/2011 6:20:00 PM
this is a reallly good poem it like says everything perfectly:)
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