she is a fine vanilla cake.
three tiered,
with white icing
dripping down the sides.
full of candles
burning on the sweet lake.
you can hear her whisper
deep inside.
take a knife and cut
into me, she says. i'm ready.
don't let another year go by.
Friday, February 6, 2015
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