214. Bitter-Sweet

Taste of the ick.
When close you're a prick.
Is that how you get your kick?

Is this another box to tick?
Taste of the sick
When lips give me a lick.

When it repeats like music,
Is when I can no longer pick.
Taste does the trick

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