I set out to shape this poem in the silhouette of an onion, but I think the shape it ended up taking is more fitting.
The summoner of a
million tears from blinded
eyes as it meets its demise by the
hands on a guillotine knife. Wading
knee deep in onion flesh, the path to
sublime taste is often littered with
paper-thin discarded skins
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