the soul of stuffed pizza

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Somewhere beneath the sauce and cheese
Crusted in, so no one sees,
Are memories of love and life
Stuffed and baked into this pie
Ground hurts, unforgiving, spiced
Rejection very thinly sliced
Chopped sweet dreams begin to dry
Pungent accents from every sigh
Layered there, but never ceased
Pains gather for each slice, released.<

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