“If I were a pickled spleen
Kept in a jar for 30 years
Charged with electrical current
In a chamber full of your darkest fears,
Then released from the jar on a Sunday
And carried overseas by some birds
To attend celebrations in Istanbul
Would you still kiss me afterwards?”
The Daily Travesty 
Haha, this reads like something Vonnegut would write. Brilliant.
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Thank you so much! I won’t try as hard next time. 🙂
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