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I am the moldy piece of cheese.
I am the rotten piece of meat.
I am the blue stuff on the bread.
I am the smell of rotten eggs.
Refrigerator of your love.
I am the chunks of solid milk.
I am the lettuce, rotten and wilted.
I am the food you did not eat.
I am the compost on the
heap.
In the garden of your love.
On the scrap heap of your love.
I am the piece of chocolate
cake.
I am the chicken shaked and baked.
I am the stale frosted flake.
I am the Rolaids that you take.
In attempts to stomach love.
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