HOT-SAUCED WORDS

Have not shattered the shell yet.

Everything we put inside us dies

but words dipped in hot-sauce, never.

Today another slice of victory,

losing my Virginity, to strangers words:

of nostalgia for an illness,

of drumming for men in stone,

of igniting horse shit.

So newbie’s and oldie’s and bumble-bees

remember,

all you put inside you dies,

but words dipped in hot-sauce, never.

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