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a heavy chest is is not the answer to fleeting memories, unlocked doors, smell of sichuan peppercorn, the broth reflects the faces, glum, dry, if love is the only answer, then life is the only question. a heavy chest, and stale breath is not the answer garlic stuck between your incisors, your hands sticky, your fingers mushy. leave the tip at the door, if death is the only question, can memories on a splintered leaf be the answer?
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
food, life, death, incisors.
a heavy chest is is not the answer to fleeting memories, unlocked doors, smell of sichuan peppercorn, the broth reflects the faces, glum, dry, if love is the only answer, then life is the only question. a heavy chest, and stale breath is not the answer garlic stuck between your incisors, your hands sticky, your fingers mushy. leave the tip at the door, if death is the only question, can memories on a splintered leaf be the answer?
a subtle take on love, gastronomy and memories.
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
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