M A S H

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you mashed
me
against
your chest
in a flash
I was gone

you mashed another
I was second
dish
like
mash
potatoes

you didn't lather
me in gravy
you simply
liked me
plain

I
wasn't hot
I
wasn't cold
you seem
to like
the
hot

I was
in the middle
like in
the
sandwich
you like
in bed

"I'm not the one to mash."

You let me
go

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