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By Benjamin Butz-WeidnerPublished 3 months ago 1 min read

my eyes see in:

my tears down

the inside of my cheek

someone put raw onion

in my mouth

and the snot runs up

my nose

they (We) sit

on the bottoms of branches

eating in peace

gravity hangs on fishing wire threaded by fate

and pulls the world upright

and wrong

while we eat onions

and call them apples

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Benjamin Butz-Weidner

I've come here to tell my tales, and share my truths.



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  • Test3 months ago

    Impressive work! Well written!

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