it’s not an epic poem, it’s reading the back of a cereal box to someone you love while you eat.
but the cereal has maybe razor blades in it, and your mouth is bleeding from it.

but it’s like, yeah. so, this is what that is.

and they don’t get that there’s no other way to say it.
it’s just the ingredients that are making your mouth bleed. just the ingredients.

she had a messy bedroom on the edge of town.

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