Unfinished Mint: A Poem

I pull you
from
Under
the others

Small
Unfinished
A fraction
Of what you
Were intended
To be

Yet still
Encased
In glistening
Translucence
Sealed and
Sterile

You are
Uncorrupted

And as I
Pierce your
Covering
Your scent
Reveals your
Pure nature

On my tongue
You are
Perfectly
Sweet

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