You were a mango. Unripened as I was.
We spoiled so fast in our brown paper bag.
Those sheets that tied our ethylene breath into knots.
And I still remember how black your tears tasted
when i burned it all down before you could escape.
the words will echo from my fortune cookie fortress.
sick
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