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Jun 2018
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 ***** I be
And the kitchen flow is me.
sycokitten
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     Austin Ryskamp and Riham
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