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he came to me as a seed in my mouth, i spit him out immediately but he flew right back in. a pattern emerged, he'd fly in, i'd spit him right back out again. i started getting used to the taste, the texture, the feeling. so i allowed him to stay a while, a while turned into days, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. little did i know
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