prompt: bread and the societal implications of bread (or BATSIO bread for short)
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a yeasty aroma and a crackling crust
an illusion of fresh bread gathering dust
i will never taste its authentic form
in this society where bread is the norm
my immune system offers only torment
my lonely tongue shoulders the burden
but my fruitless cravings will never cease
such is the way of one with allergies.
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