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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