Black coat and green mold
Unlike her and her dog
Or the man on the bike
Bitumen pitch black
Conversing on the phone
Cross road and on walk.
Caring less of dangers
Until it takes place…
My cheese is white/green.
But please, dear cheese
I've sworn, be aware
"Damn me if I do waste."
I'll never let you go
I'll eat you regardless
With, without green mold.
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