My favorite book
you are fiction with your lies
forget your childhood
as I take a look
vision fails over the years
orange, a towel dries
read you as the wood
in a forest, all the trees
their pulp feed our fears
eggs hard-boiled with crime
butcher block cuts of sirloin beef
orders soup, a dime
outcrops on a reef
killing coral with the breeze
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