Wednesday, January 27

cake

Cake.
Moist, warm, delicious.
Everything you've ever wished for.
Everything you've ever wanted.

Yes, you can savor it.
Yes, you can take it.
Yes, smell the sweet aroma.
No, I am not your piece of cake.

And it hurts that I want you
Take all of me
Take everything
And still, I am not your piece of cake.

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