Salt

You linger in front of my eyes
Your reflection got caught
Are we telling lies

The pots we cook in
Are crooked and bend
Our skin feels paperthin

One false movement
Was no ones fault
Affection lent

The sheets we brought
The staples we sent
Too much salt
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