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We used to sit on our kitchen floor at 2 a.m. Snacking on sweets, It was quiet then. surrounded by fields of flours In between timers, we ate off-cuts from cakes. we talked about school and relationships, family, and Chocolate stained our hands, as we licked spatulas clean. tried to right our childhood memories in Swiss frosting– sweet and sensory overwhelming our inheritance of perception. While sharing raspberry **** filling. at 2 a.m. Angel cake– soft and cloud-like my breath, felt less weighed down by Strawberry compote drizzled heartbreaking rejections. We cried over a bowl of hand-whipped cream topped by hard-fought lessons of youthful blunders, and fresh-cut strawberries. I still sit on my kitchen floor at 2 a.m. Snacking on sweets and Wondering if you’re missing dough with extra brown sugar in our conversations about Dark, milk, or sometimes semi-sweet chocolate chip dreams of our futures and what we wanted to be and all the Cookies baked to perfection.
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 12:58 AM UTC
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We used to sit on our kitchen floor at 2 a.m. Snacking on sweets, It was quiet then. surrounded by fields of flours In between timers, we ate off-cuts from cakes. we talked about school and relationships, family, and Chocolate stained our hands, as we licked spatulas clean. tried to right our childhood memories in Swiss frosting– sweet and sensory overwhelming our inheritance of perception. While sharing raspberry **** filling. at 2 a.m. Angel cake– soft and cloud-like my breath, felt less weighed down by Strawberry compote drizzled heartbreaking rejections. We cried over a bowl of hand-whipped cream topped by hard-fought lessons of youthful blunders, and fresh-cut strawberries. I still sit on my kitchen floor at 2 a.m. Snacking on sweets and Wondering if you’re missing dough with extra brown sugar in our conversations about Dark, milk, or sometimes semi-sweet chocolate chip dreams of our futures and what we wanted to be and all the Cookies baked to perfection.
I wrote this with the idea that it would be fun and whimsical and a step out of my normal stuff that being said the undertones are still present.
Matthew-A-Cain
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 12:58 AM UTC
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