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Nobody was born today But you picked up a cake anyway for five dollars fifty plus tax Now you're watching Criminal Minds on a couch made for three and eating it with your hands It vaguely occurs to you that you should be sharing it with someone or at least put on some **** candles You're not even hungry you don't even need to fill a void you did good today You hardly even miss her anymore. You haven't thought about it in weeks. If you just slept you'd be fine in the morning. You consider it all examining the red velvet stuck under your thumbnail Maybe you're looking for a file or a prison shank sunk beneath the frosting Or maybe you just need to make this a Night The Night of the Cake It'll blend in with the others in a matter of time But for a few weeks you'll look back and remember you are a member of those romanticized ranks those plastic or terracotta statues Tomorrow you will feed the dog. And after work you will pick up groceries. And after groceries you will pay your bills. But tonight is the Night of Cake. Tonight you become a stereotype An unforgiving consumer with chocolate-stained hands.
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
The Night of the Cake
Nobody was born today But you picked up a cake anyway for five dollars fifty plus tax Now you're watching Criminal Minds on a couch made for three and eating it with your hands It vaguely occurs to you that you should be sharing it with someone or at least put on some **** candles You're not even hungry you don't even need to fill a void you did good today You hardly even miss her anymore. You haven't thought about it in weeks. If you just slept you'd be fine in the morning. You consider it all examining the red velvet stuck under your thumbnail Maybe you're looking for a file or a prison shank sunk beneath the frosting Or maybe you just need to make this a Night The Night of the Cake It'll blend in with the others in a matter of time But for a few weeks you'll look back and remember you are a member of those romanticized ranks those plastic or terracotta statues Tomorrow you will feed the dog. And after work you will pick up groceries. And after groceries you will pay your bills. But tonight is the Night of Cake. Tonight you become a stereotype An unforgiving consumer with chocolate-stained hands.
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
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