I don’t like mushrooms

It’s a texture thing, she

Said, and yet she was 

A contradiction to 

Herself, all her beliefs

Were fighting a losing

Battle, she ate other

Things that resembled

The same texture, and

Yet she refused, refused

To admit it, because

Admitting it is dangerous 

Dangerous, revealing 

Fault and faults are

But weaknesses disguised.

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