toast is your
morning burnt
offering to the new
day. it's charred
woolen bread
stiffend black
will never see
a swab of butter,
or jam, or find
your lips with
tea.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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