kjøtt eller sener, blod
har kanskje sevje
er L. Nobilis, et laurbærblad
har aldri smakt en fiskerett
setter kanskje smak på en
(Today's poem is based on words from a random book, and that book happened to be Norwegian. In case you don't read Norwegian, it's about a bay leaf with some existential issues)
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