(especially from a distance).
I swallowed the world.
Its sins scraped my throat,
the salted seas of irritation
and smoke-charred pollution.
The aftertaste was bitter
with a hint of redemption.
Five Star restaurant, deception.
I expelled hope in a burp,
sending orbiting patrons running:
Compliments to the chef of earth.
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