Poetical pods that pop and burst and reveal flavors of situational circumstance. Sickly sweet, bitter and tangy, sour and tart, it doesn't matter, but they should all leave a taste on the tongue.
That is poetry for me. Once consumed, the stain of taste should still be there, for a while at least, I think. What about you? What do you look for? What flavors sate your poetical thirst?
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