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Eat My Words

If you are hungry for words then why not eat mine? They are both sweet and sour, desperate yet full of hope. A raw wine is in them, and the unripe fruit of my soul. Bitter are they, yet let them season, mull them in a jar of awareness. They may in time enrich you, feed your being, then, if you are kind, return them to me, that I might consume, and taste a meaning, only you may discern.

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