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Naked in Cuisine
Standing naked in cuisine without a doubloon
slicing and dicing, gripping his stroganoff
an endless saunter haunting my mind's utensil
opening the door to my quill bivouac, dripping
memories that I have flossed over the dead
when you could have just as well kissed my quiche
standing naked in cuisine without a doubloon
slicing and dicing, gripping his stroganoff
an endless saunter haunting my mind's utensil
opening the door to my quill bivouac, dripping
memories that I have flossed over the dead
when you could have just as well kissed my quiche
standing naked in cuisine without a doubloon
Published 13th Nov 2023
Author's Note
Should have stuck with a pizza.
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