The Cake
The cake, as I take to my mouth, crumbles
The cake, you baked, yesterage
The cake, which rose, as we stood, touched, talked
The cake, which browned, as we relaxed in the bath...
25 January, 2014
The Cake
Submitted by Ian, poetry 25 January, 2014
Categories The Arts
The cake, as I take to my mouth, crumbles
The cake, you baked, yesterage
The cake, which rose, as we stood, touched, talked
The cake, which browned, as we relaxed in the bath
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