Heavenly Cakes in delusion
no one knows the where
also the crony
waiting to work with tool
to create the sense
his skill was untested
asleep I fulfill myself
count my colored dreams
Grace the living image of past
to throw color on the sculpture
I remain crooked only
waiting in the kitchen late at night
I own the
to hide the atrocity
my whiny fuss was drunk
down by the river
when an old flame drops by
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