if i told you
i was in love
with you
and then
proceeded to
regurgitate
my breakfast
do you think
you'd still
be my friend?
i bet
if i were not
myself
i could convince
you
me
that it was charming
I don't know how to write a poem that doesn't talk about food in some form.
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