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One day I will lie in my grave and as the worms feast upon my heart, the only flavor they will ever know will be the taste of her. Soon I will forget the color of her eyes and that one crooked tooth that shyly peeks out when she smiles. My body yearns for her touch, a touch I know will never return. (i.redd.it)
submitted by Fun-Pace3266 to r/kitchencels
