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Dark Brown Taste
All these girls are just the same
Sweetest at the time
By the end a dark brown taste
Is all that's left behind
Always settle to the gums
Confectionery rot
About the time the needles come
To scrape them from your thoughts
Cleansing white, dark brown taste
The moon to sway your iron gate
To open, close, to mediate
The hellish rage you can't dictate.
