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You leaned in close, I couldn’t breathe, golden words dripping over me. You dragged me closer, I couldn’t resist, I needed more with every hit. Your sugar burned, it made me blind, I lost control, I crossed the line. Every red flag faded to black,and I was never coming back. Sweetness pulled me under, sugar
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I have a talent for graves. I can make a peace with any silence. Trace the contours of what’s gonelike I was born knowing loss. I’ve watched the light bleed out. Felt it drain until there was nothing left. And still -the spark. Small. Obnoxious. Persistent. A parasite with perfect timing. It crawls back into