He held the bowl under the heavens and he opened the tap. Sweet white creme poured into his hands, and then cinnamon, chocolate, anger, and sadness. He spun the dish and added a tossed green salad with a cilantro lime dressing, and then compassion, kindness, love and madness. It was everything he could hold, flavors so bright and then so subtle--over flowing the bowl...it was a suicide.
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