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Apr 2018
i'm an exotic spice
you cannot just mix me in any fruit-bowl
or use me liven up a dead dish

listen.

i've been made to salsa with the red peppers
to sizzle with the onions
i'm not a scattering of freaking doughnut sprinkles
oh no
i melt with the honey that marinates your soul
the warmth of cayenne that leaves you craving more

so take that into account the next time you compare
pancakes to paella
Written by
jigyasa  Planet Earth
(Planet Earth)   
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