Lakini's Juice
I'd hope you'd
Unglue me,
but some things are
Impossible.
Now, with repeat
heartbeats skipped
Over and over again,
Your kitchen is indeed
Empty.
I loath sadness
so I become like a
concrete statue
Without any flavors
to keep me afloat.
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