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The cake
Once upon a time, there was a cake that was not just a cake
It was the cocoa powder, dark and bitter earth
that once was seed, fruit, promise
It was the butter, golden fat, almost alive
melting under touch, like fear or desire
It was the sugar, sweet and cruel
dissolving into itself
like memories that refuse to be remembered
The eggs are cracked, fragile shells of worlds
and from them f...
Wednesday 29th January 2025 4:00 am

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