you asked
We shan't speak
As the pizza
had spoken
in golden
tears
~
We found blood,
a little sour
We found fat,
savoury at most
The skin
however,
squishy and raw
~
We begged the devil
for his
flame
But,
the 'angels' sang
an unheard song
~
The truth is
raw
and perhaps
bloody
But, a facade
is after all
a poet's mask
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P.S.: Thanks for the fabulous company @gninethree 😁! Missed your positive vibes, and comfortable SJJ! Hahahahaha ❤️