Oh onion, |
| Your scent is inviting, |
| Wearing layers of clothes |
| Of emotions, of mysteries abound. |
| So hideous, I thought- |
| To protect? |
| You got my curiosity stirred, |
| Drew my soul near; |
| As I am peeling off |
| Marvel slowly unraveled, |
| Welling up my eyes at intervals- |
| In my tears I found pleasure; |
| If only I’m determined enough |
| To persevere until the end. |
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