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Burn Me Down

by sycokitten

And if the bakery burns me down. I would not frown . I would not cry. I might not die. Phoenix flames. And baker claims. The ovens bite. The kitchen fights. But baker bitch I be And the kitchen flow is me.

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sycokitten

American

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Written by

sycokitten

American

Published

Jun 20, 2018

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