food for thought
stale and unsavory
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lay out all of my ingredients
spill my guts on the cutting board
use your words like cutlery
your measurements say I’m
a bad recipe
I’m not a stove
you cannot
gaslight
me
About the Creator
Daniel K
I write love poems about the girl who has a hold over my heart and my life in such a way that neither are my own anymore. The girl I would choose over and over and over again. I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything.
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