my mouth, it waters
jerusalem artichoke
in my big mouth hole
baked potatoes hot
in my hand, never in yours
mine, all mine, all mine!
bright inverted spire
carrot, wanders my pallet
a lost samurai
parsnip, cone of white
sweet, pithy wonderful thing
get in my body
concentric circles
pungent orbits of sorrow
oh onion, I weep
buttery dicot
uncloak your glabrous meat skin
slippery peanut
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