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If Love was Collectible - April 9, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 9, 2021
  • 1 min read

allowed to curdle be pressed

and aged many would end their

passionate poverty devouring

its thick slices wedged into tomato

and lettuce finger sandwiches


though by definition

Happy Hour’s do conclude

leaving departing customers

to suck on the toothpick

of their chewed ruins

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