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i love walnuts,
the shape,
the skin; coarse
the feel; soap bar texture

crushed into pieces
fragrance at peak
collect
another,
and another
let the waters burst,
in sea of fragments;
oil-water submerged.
bitter first,
sweeter the second,
sour the third...

until swallow: flush down below
till only remnants survive

then restart till satisfied!

— The End —