056| Cookie

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Baked feelings
In the moulds of
Your shapes
I smell
Like you
I taste
Like you
Want me too

And I've changed
My flavours
And essence
Since time
Immemorial
For your
Pleasure

But now
Enough!
I want to be
A distorted
Broken
Cookie
With crumbly
Irregular
Taste
Full of
Cream of
My soul
And chocolate
Of my heart
Garnished with
Cherries of
This day


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