Pungently nauseatingly sweet
It took up the remaining oxygen of our love
Disguised in your white dress as the innocence, naivety and novelty of youth
But I see right through the both of you
The bad taste you have
The bad taste you leave
Noone deserves this, definitely not here
So go ahead and make your sick cruel jokes
The last one is on you
The last one is you
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