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Breakfast

Poem By Shawnell Pilz

Do you ever think of what you talk about?
You cut like butter
I'm your toast

Not your knife
You melt on me warm
This taste in my mouth is breakfast

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Not bad. Kinda different. GD Poemhunter wants 20 characters.


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