pumpkin spice lattes (poem)

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Pumpkin spice lattes at first hold fond memories of tradition with someone to share secrets. Year after year a tradition going once or twice every year in the fall. The friendship soon falters and in a split second is gone. The person who helps share some of your fondest memories holds your secrets and has told you it'll be okay when it's not. Gone just gone. Those good memories vanished replaced with pain. Pumpkin spice lattes no longer bring fond memories they bring pain and heartache, a friendship lost forever. a friendship that can't be mended. Pumpkin spice lattes are forever a bad memory of a trusted friend who couldn't be trusted. A friend who managed to make all history fade in a day's time. The friendship was pointless just like all the pumpkin spice lattes that have been shared.

 The friendship was pointless just like all the pumpkin spice lattes that have been shared

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