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Betrayal

I hate it when things
taste of something else:
bread from the freezer
with the tang of the mint peas
that were stored underneath.
Or rich tea biscuits
tasting of the ginger Hobnobs
someone has put in the same tin.
Now that’s a real sin!

But most of all I hate
your kiss when it tastes
of another’s lips.

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