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Diet

Menus tarn up months ago
as all the Words were
running soft vanilla
specked with jealous greens
of mint

and missing Michael.
At dessert
(she) drank herself to death
(r know)
with flavors melted
yet the taste was bhsie.
Of revenge,
the basin empty
Just a hunger for sweet, soft
the PUlls, the gnawing harder.
In conclusion
Still, ah, Such a lick denied
Boeflied the ecstasy she knew

Eating it together.

_KP