The bakery of your dreams

a fake shot

It’s deliciously fat,

with a beauty of a cow’s eye,

with the smell of indigo colors,

exploding like a mandarin.


I turned my back,

to wait for the right moment,

to see your cinematic entrance

into the garden

full of flour,

resting on my eyelashes.


I skated an iron iron,

making rounds around you,

illuminating with fireworks

with hands,

full of ingredients for

a cake.


Was it cheesy


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