to open.
i see behind the window
a new
confection.
a pastry, something
beautiful
behind the glass.
she's different
by design. elegant
and sweet.
but i only see one,
no more.
i'd be foolish to let
this moment pass.
i can almost taste her
on my lips,
the cream upon my tongue,
it doesn't matter one bit
that i've had
this feeling before.
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