You are salt.
Dirty glass heated with the friction of a soft body,
collecting dust through pulsing veins-
His heart spilled on empty seats and
salted
the ground I crawled on.
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I liked it I did
Personally, I would expand it not a jot. Snails works better than slugs would have done too - they carry a lot of baggage do snails. Really liked it.
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i didnt get the connection from the poem and the title. and your poem was really choppy think about expanding on it
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