bad dish

Posted: April 1, 2010 in Uncategorized
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i leave spots on forks
my life tastes bland to you
little herb and no spice
my secrets overprocessed
my conversations overcooked
all the ingredients of friendships
are exotic and inaccessible
because of my recipe
my texture and my season

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