Addictive additive.
We've taxed the taste
of seven seas.
Seasoned
the devil’s eye
for fear of waste;
against seduction.
In the punishing mines
shed briny tears
sweat drying grimy white
the way salt pans do
Sodium dessication
a marvel of cubism
- under the microscope
Just 44 words for De’s quadrille prompt: Salt
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