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 * Bacon-**

the pan, slick with oil, falls upon the heat of the eye the package rattles as the blade slits the seal i'd swear it makes me want to die-heaven in disguise

it's fiery sizzle, like the call of temptation the rising aroma penetrates the stale air such a succulent sensation my tongue melts with anticipation

the heat stops, the sizzle ceases, my stomach growls hunger is arising Bacon with it's savory flavor never fails to fulfill my appetite it's taste as explosive as plastique set to blast, it's delicious and hypnotizing.

To some you're a great disgust an ominous reminder of a firty, dark past on the contrary, a majestic treasure that no one has had your containment of romantic nostalgia is impressive you've witnessed the worst secrets of the world if I were ever out for vengeance, needed scandal to expose, I'd just sit and let you wicked eminence unfurl
 * Trash Can-**

and I've seen lovely things as well letters of luch, chocolate wrapping such that were discarded with only good intentions

you've endured so much, anyone can tell by the scuffed marking on your steel surface but somehow splendorous enough for my attention

you're a sort of symbol for demise, to some a devil of history in disguise and you've held more evidence than I've discovered in one's compute We may not realize, but we need you and with the past, we'll always feed you for you will always be the passage to our future.