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Jul 2019
At the bakery, they wink at me
How fast the little ones grow up, eh?
Almond Dacquoise
Shiny laughs.
I tip generously because I can't think of
anything to say.
We strain under the weight of
our smiles.



At home,
I climb into my closet
and eat the whole thing by
shivering forkful.
happy birthday to me. sorry it's been a while, a short one to warm up again.
chichee
Written by
chichee  19/F/Sydney
(19/F/Sydney)   
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