Allium-Stimuli #2

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I told you for the 1000th time,
I am innocently chopping salad.
No, not on your face!
On this serviceable board which your face happens to be on:
It’s a coincidence, that’s all.
Cannibalism/Veganism whatever..
Suicidal cuisine.
Allium, spicy flowers of babies’ breath.
Taking new chances:
On love.
On birth.
On death.
Why crying?
I just happen to love onion.
And you too sometimes.
Especially when you make me cry.
Like right now.
Onion, garlic, and such for dinner, please don’t make me beg to cry for you.
Just let me chop chop chop.
This onion face.
That stimulates me to cry.