the taste of pink
cotton candy inside my mouth
the way i drown upon
your gaze
your way of evading
my plea
the emptiness that
salivates
upon another dead
dream
the one that makes
you feel good
after
society says it is
prohibited
you follow the
dictates of your heart
the strong voice
of conscience
you look at the mirror
no one is behind you
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