And so, create your desiccated heart
from blood and straw. Experiment with other
unlikely, doomed concoctions till you nearly
chance on a remedy to fix what you've
just broken. A lifetime's supply of salt
and air could not restore your sense of taste,
and no amount of poison, good or bad,
will bring back what you didn't know you'd lose.
You live each day like dust, and (worse) as dust.
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