It begins
with an infusion of life
Some tasted like my childhood
Some smelled of my grave
Some tasted like my childhood
Some smelled of my grave
Some sounded like passion
Some looked like death
If poetry could be found
in a glass
or popped in a pill
they’d all be
a shot of fire
May 7, 2020
Day 31 of 100
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I like the subtle change of senses from scent to taste to signt....
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