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[2019] Revelations

 
Shrinks, the tumor in his brain  
Thinks, I can think again  
Gone, scents of burnt toast  
offerings  
 
Although  
he did admittedly  
enjoy it thoroughly  
mostly with his morning roast  
or tea  
and eggs  
and bacon  
and ...  
 
Absence makes the heart fonder  
O! How it yearned  
for that bread badly burned  
 
Begs the question  
now that his sense of  
smell has returned,  
 
What the fuck STINKS in here?!  
 
 
Written by Anarchitect
Published | Edited 18th May 2020
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