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.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
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.
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