“don’t be in misery. It’s gonna be all fine.”

The pavement smelt like teeth.
Teeth smell like,
To me,
A desperate and putrid shade of fluorine.

Ew.

And fluorine smells like purple
Because I always choose grape
And across from me

You always choose mint.
Or bubblegum.
Did you choose bubblegum?
Or was that me...

Ouch.

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