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Bitter Breakfast (Free verse) by nugit15

honeyed sunrises now lemon before I left before you left before we left with Things Unsaid with the door open and the flies settled on our untouched breakfast and cleared away the evidence of what we had when there were words when there were back rubs instead of broken glasses and orange juice bleeding into the carpet matted with our heavy footsteps and weighted glances

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 21-May-03/1:01 AM
massive bum




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