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All About Cake-Alleya Joy Kolar March 2016

She looked at it like it was a masterpiece.
It looked as if someone had spent their lifetime on it.
A lifetime so dedicated to every absolute Crumb,
To every bite of which was about to be hers.

She looked through the window, she looked through the glass.
She thought to herself,
“I have to make it mine, I have to make it last.” 
So she grabbed her purse and every penny and all her cash.
And then she went, to put her hunger in the past.

She opened the door so effortlessly, so ready for her tastey.
She said hello to a friend waiting by the pastry. 

As she waited so eager and ready, she realized she was so anxious that she was sweaty.
The friend in front of her in the line was looking at the very same cake, and could become the beholder.

It was now the friends turn to order.
She stared closely, listened intensly.
She could hear every drop of sweat flow down her back, 
she could feel the saliva appear on every square millimeter on her tongue. 



They ordered a doughnut.
Relieved she walked forward to ask the cashier for the price of the delicate piece of marvelous-art of a cake that she had been admiring.
He answers and they exchange the amount due.

It is hers as time slows down she finds a fork and a seat to sit in as she joins paradise.
As she takes the last bite she smiles sweetly to the employee and leaves the tip under the plate. 
It was the best cake she had ever had.

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