toxic touch

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I don't want to hug 
people anymore. 
their traces are like stains 
that I can't wash away,
and I can taste 
the insincerity in my mouth 
as their arms 
wrap around me like 
weeds 
choking a dying flower.
I don't want to listen 
to people anymore.
their words are like poison 
that swirls around my head--
the poison tastes 
like candy 
when I drip it on my tongue.
but I soon find it turns 
my insides into 
something
sour.
This poem is about: 
Me

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MoFoMi

That was wonderful

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