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[characterzero1]

What am I
Cake or Frosting
Is it a call you can make
Could I pay off
What would it cost
Bought
Then Sold
Never owned
Tangible
As the wind
Breezing by
Then Gone again
Tints of your life
Ill see the sun
One day when it burns
Bright lights
The same sight for years
To come
Taking the moments
Growing Trite
and
Leaving the faint scent
Of Discontent

Comments

[noneotherthan]

hmm...

at times i feel you are frosting...

then possibly cake, what with your profoundness...

tricky

[characterzero1]

hahah

Im the best Of the bakery