& mends my words back to the taste…

“That I wrote on paper was crap,
& the truth still in the wrap,
That was its soul that you stole,
It’s so cruel, though you condole,
Anyways the mystery still allures,
& the curious spirit cures-
All my false, all my waste,
& mends my words back to the taste…”

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