immaculata salata
please pass me the salad-
i don't know what it is
looks like baby potato
apple and celery
spoiled by some mayo
i look up to see you look at me
what are you trying to say
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please pass me the salad-
beetroot bleeds up at me
so pretty in that old-blood red
suffusing in my cheeks too
so tart upon my tongue
i feel your toes caress my calf
what are you trying to do
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please pass me the salad-
i don't know where to look
grated cabbage and carrot
diced apple crunchy
raisins fat with juice
what would they say if they knew
we'd already feasted
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