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Tasteless


The taste of blood and original falvored bubblegum

Kind of similar to cinnamon

I now know the taste of impatience

The taste of having to wait

On someone or something that is tasteless

And can taste nothing on their tongues

 

Cinnamon and filth

Fills my mouth

Tastebuds recognizing apathy

Similar to Apple Jacks without the milk

The taste of nothing on his lips

Reminds me of soemthing like grilled chicken

 

It's strange that I can still savor the flavor

Of blood and gum

The tasteless

The worry

Cinnamon

And a tiny part of myself.

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