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Dec 2014
I have tasted the pastries you have baked for me,
They glinting beautifully with mountains of fluffy gold.
But they didn't hold their sweetness.
They turned to dirt against my tongue.
So, I spit them out.
You aren't a baker, but a thief.
Hannah Jade
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Hannah Jade  DreamLand
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