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submitted 22 hours ago* (last edited 1 hour ago) by [email protected] to c/[email protected]
 

This is the first private message I get on Lemmy, it immediately seemed suspicious to me so I tried the famous thing.... and it worked!

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[–] [email protected] 29 points 21 hours ago (2 children)

I would like to see the poem about onions..

[–] [email protected] 33 points 21 hours ago (1 children)

Did you not see it in the screenshot?

[–] [email protected] 22 points 20 hours ago (1 children)

Feels less like a poem and more like film analysis from a letterboxd review of an onion

[–] [email protected] 3 points 19 hours ago* (last edited 19 hours ago)

I think it assumed it's character definition and background was the poem only it hallucinated there being an onion involved. Then summarised it.

[–] [email protected] 5 points 17 hours ago

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.