Upon a biscuit burger there lied four tomatoes slices
I sought three. Plus speckles of sesame seeds and olive oil
Your demeanor, so intrigued, said my words would seep into your skin
A clean concise window into my lucidity
You cared not to peer into, even though brows tapped the ground
I shrieked compellingly, but you stuck your fingers in my eyes
So now I am bound to the unwanted dissatisfaction of distaste
while my prospective slowly melts and slurps into the sidewalk
where it halts suddenly at a country road

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