Don't look at it. Just taste it.
I compose so much
Because the strength and weakness
Of this poetry
Is being omnivorous.
Whatever I eat becomes
Me. Whatever I excrete
Condemns me. If you ask me,
The truth makes everyone more
Lonely, but you won't ask me.
Too true and lonely,
I and me are bared strangers.
I came this way once.
You never came back for me.
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