A Toasted Marshmallow
Golden skin,
crispy and warm,
nestled on a stick,
a small ember of joy.
A dance above the flame,
sugar melting,
the sweet scent rising,
whispers of summer nights.
With a gentle pop,
the center flows,
a moment of bliss,
soft and sticky,
waiting to embrace the graham,
the chocolate,
the laughter of friends.
A toasted marshmallow,
simple pleasure,
a sweet memory,
captured in a bite.
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