The cooking recipes are
never shared
I lit a bonfire inside
and fight with them
to let them go
I would never get up from my bed
and
get cold
a small light slides in
through the closed doorway
I would want to toast
for the light holding itself there
say, give me a hand
go easy
peel me like a potato
I'm here for you for a
reason
eat well so you can feel well
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