You tasted weird when I was seven.
I thought, “Maybe it was an acquired taste.”
But then for years you went away.
I forgot what you tasted like.
You showed up again on the road to the coast.
It was almost nostalgic.
Oh, yes, it was – ah, how I sipped the prune juice fizz.
The bubbles on my lip
Took me back to when I was seven.
I was older now and you still tasted weird.
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