The Heart\’s First Microwave Session


cooked in the oven for 9 months
this delicacy was made for the most advance taste buds
she taste
vulnerable
she
sweet is
a kind of soft that is brand new kind of
she is a toy to be thrown
broken
chopped
up and
taken piece by piece
she captivating
she captive
wrapped up and saved for later
she left over scrapes for the next day
where she is to be fantasized over
night
that grew old and cold
like her
because left overs are only good for so long

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