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Seldom do I care for chocolate.

The taste curls my tongue and yet I smiled and took the gift,

                just because you offered.



I can still feel the candy covering my throat as I managed to swallow.

I know see that it was a poison's ploy to make me forget betrayal.



Brown and gold unite with green to cover the secrets you held in your eyes.



This filthy feeling you poured into me will never wash clean.

I rub your prints off of my body every day until my skin is raw but I still feel your touch.





And I wonder........



If you are doing the same.