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"Spilled Milk"
My tears are iridescent,
I bleed strawberry milk,
My fluid, like French vanilla
My skin, like glowing silk.
My eyes are glossed like porcelain,
He leaves me on the table.
That's all I ever was.
Desirable, but spilled.
𝑋𝑂𝑋𝑂, 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑎 𝑉.
"Spilled Milk" A poem. 🔪
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