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Lips of My Anchovy
There is a sense of absurdity in looking back
hanging on by a loose thread of my martini
when nothing is there but an unsettling
fruity aroma on my slender fingertips
dripping a little bit of life's condiment
from the menacing cold pimento
losing it's brine forever puckering
waiting for the lips of my anchovy
hanging on by a loose thread of my martini
when nothing is there but an unsettling
fruity aroma on my slender fingertips
dripping a little bit of life's condiment
from the menacing cold pimento
losing it's brine forever puckering
waiting for the lips of my anchovy
Published 2nd Dec 2023
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