NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Poem That Anthropomorphizes a Kind of Food (baby food)

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He caressed and sunk his mostly gums into me with passion and curiosity,
I was blended into silk ready for him when he met me,
Some might say that this is what my purpose is

They might say it gave me worth but it felt mostly worthless,
What did I do to deserve this?
Was it my colorful hue, my sweet taste?
His hungry hoarding mouth, squirrel cheeked face,
I guess it was the best I could hope for,
Some called me food, he called me “more”

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