My lovely Sweet,
Why have you
become so tart,
I was hoping to
use you
to warm my heart,
I wish baked goods
never went sour,
but if they didn’t,
they’d have all the power,
I would be plump
and filled up with flour,
and you wouldn’t be
much of a sweet,
but then,
what a delicious treat,
i would be
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