mystery flavor

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You've got to press the thing in the center until the white light goes on

Or it doesn't. In lieu of the white one I chose

blue. I choose black

I choose myself: I choose the apple I did not eat rotting in my yellow purse

I choose the dead skin to scrub off my lips

A demonstration of liveliness: If I were dead or still dying I would only envy 

the parts to go 

those things which were braver than the rest of me. 

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