Her


She spoke with accent.
Thick and barely audible.
So I took a picture.

She smelled like strawberries.
Sweet and
So I cut if off.

She was very beautiful.
White teeth and long hair.
So I took her.

She tasted disgusting.
Like rotten flesh and iron.
So I threw her away.

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