Why do I salt
so much?
I could
salt
my heart!
And veins,
if I could
eat such
red spaghetti
big-meatball
stuff.
I would
salt
my own blood,
wash the whole
meal down
in a bolt-wolved
rush,
- it doesn't
need it at all.
Need salt?
My BLOOD?
HA! Hardly,
y'all.
I would not
salt you.
I've not half the gall,
nor balls, nerve,
stone cold want
or will. So I
won't! Plus
you
wouldn't
fall for it. Not
sweet as you are.
Salt nil.
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