Found the trans fatty e number.

The failing light of the questions 

the time It couldn’t take too read 

The answers for fears of being caught 

in typecast and consigned to the history 

in a can packed away with ribbons 

and black pearl. 

.
for explorers of citadels disposed 

by sandwich boards storms displaced 

And displayed by a calm sense of 

Everything is almost as it once was.

.

talks of honeymoon hands left behind

Presenting their Symbiotic guide 

to eating dust covered hats

watching where the rust covers 

Winter days.

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