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Take a can opener to my forehead Twist the **** until the contents inside present themselves And with both hands Scoop out my thoughts Fill their absence with salt To preserve or ferment Whatever may be viable Cut off the gangrene Even a rotten vegetable Is good for pickling.
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May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 8:38 PM UTC
Pickle
Take a can opener to my forehead Twist the **** until the contents inside present themselves And with both hands Scoop out my thoughts Fill their absence with salt To preserve or ferment Whatever may be viable Cut off the gangrene Even a rotten vegetable Is good for pickling.
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May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 8:38 PM UTC
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