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Adaption

October 24, 2019
By JoMarie BRONZE, Raliegh, North Carolina
JoMarie BRONZE, Raliegh, North Carolina
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Love was not always fed on porcelain bowls,

Affection from a silver spoon,

So we learn to lick attention off serrated knives,

And crave the touch of wounds.


Some are given delicacies,

Fed warm smiles and protection,

But some do not get such lavishries,

And eat iced fragments of faked connections.


Learning to take blood for honey,

To get drunk on the feeling of supposed favor,

We drain down love from a broken glass,

Shards of desperation leaving a bitter flavour.



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