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I threw up

I threw up every memory of you last night,

whether it was good or bad,

I vomitted every emotion,

whether it was bliss or sad,

I felt the abandonment rise up

and ooze right off my tongue.

I felt the fighting taking over,

and spilling into a lung.

I hurled every mindset up

the brazen and the bold,

through the outgoing and shy,

through the young and old






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