writing collabo #412

The last drop has fallen
Overfilling the glass with nothing more than sour milk
The sweetness of your taste has become bitter
It only seems right to rid of you
The only thing I hate more than your taste
Is being alone
So even though I shun you from my sight
I allow my other senses to carry rements of you
Not allowing my heart to forget
Even though my mind is foolishly immune to you
-d.c.&d.u.

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