what happens when--
you're no longer a darling?
instead, shaken by a foresaken friendship.
the truth is as simple as
black coffee.
i always hated her soy,
extra foam lattes, anyway.
maybe if the glass never gave way
the shards of secrets in her milk
wouldn't be half as lovely.
but darwin had his say--
and she's left to cushion what's
left of his stay.
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