Spurned love tastes like Burnt marshmallow On willow twigs, Bitter, bitter, A bit like the taste of blood flowing from a fresh-picked scab, Or like the taste of death on stale crackers.
Spurned love tastes like
metal on a filling, like
nails on a blackboard.
Melissa McCarthy
Hours: whimsical or by appointment
****>>>Adult, maybe; grown-up, never!<<<****
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