a sliver
of her cake is left.
the white
icing hard,
the morsels of sweet
batter
now cold but moist
under wrap,
on the shelf
next to butter and milk.
shame to see it go
so soon,
so fast.
it was a good cake.
one
to be remember.
one that will always
last.
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