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icing

the baker rolled the dice, i see you see me as cold as ice

one word from you, and i started to melt

maybe this is something worse than death

after years alone, your words gave me spice


i sticked to something sweet, youre the cake

perfectly standing waiting to be eaten and shown

by the girls in the line while im here being thrown

my feelings are as slippery as the water, maybe i slipped and fell on the long layer


i started to be attached during the cruel summer, it's hot 

but youre making feel cold during some nights

now im unsure if i should keep it, this cake is too mixed to bite

but hey, this is the first time a person showed interest to me

so should i risk it? why not?






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