Best Shrouding Poems

This sip tastes so familiar
like sweet canteloupes
mixed with 
red dye No. 4.

My body's filter rejects it
at first,
but as with anything
repitition wears it down.

My problem is not with him though
It is me
My unquenchable thirst 
for disastrous repetitiveness.

The tremors, the cold appendages
the numb taste buds
the hard to...

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