muffin , resting on pumpkin pies
how sweet and tender,
my sense of smell doesn't lie.
her colors
so affectionate,
sugar so sweet,
what's wrong with my heartbeats?
alas! you're indeed
a treat on the cup of my deploring seat.
a treat to make my day,
a treat to to shoo
my sad eyes away.
i will no longer regret
if it's you who gives me
that diabetes.
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Phrases Within His Shadows
Puisi" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
