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Granny’s recipe card is splattered with butter,
the ink blurred where her thumb pressed too soon~
butter, sugar, flour—all accounted for.
What’s missing is the way she hummed
off-key hymns between sifted clouds,
how the kitchen held its breath
when she cracked an egg one-handed.
The cinnamon? Yes.
But not the weight of her sigh
when the dough resisted,
nor the way her wedding band
left a faint silver streak in the batter.
The streusel is just crumbs and brown sugar,
unless you count the dust of her laughter
as she scolded me for sneaking bites
of raw dough between my teeth.
Bake at 375º, the card says,
but not how long to wait
after the oven light goes dark,
after the scent stops being hers
and becomes just a memory.
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Embezzlement or error.? To jail.? Or maybe never.? One is
Now heading the I M F thats sure clear.' The other awaits
Her fate I now hear.? Judging by the position of her peer
Here.. What will the E U? and court dish out.? Well its un-clear.!
I don't think she'll get the same carriage lagarde did.' The gravy
Train might stop? I don't kid' media descibe, 'lagarde though' as a
( rock star? ) do you think thats going quite a bit; too far?
A hostage in the devils realm
He paid my ransom
The chains was broken
Salvation is assured
I was stained
He purified me..
I can't stand my posture
He holds my ground..
Wicked souls torment my path
He sworn to beshield me
I glorified:
His unmeasured love
Jesus Reign
In full respect to their feelings
Keeping her ego first
She sifted through his
Expectations funneling
Through every word
She marveled at his endurance
And speculated in cause
He refused ti say she loved him
His expressions caused her to applaud
In every meaning her glossary heard
His every word
She agreed with the understanding
He was wasting every word
She praised him as a compliment
And wished him the best
She told him he'd find another
She took time to introgest
Finally he desifered meaning
Knowing she was stuborn and mean
He kissed her upon her cheek
And turned back to leave
She told him if he were to leave
Than worlds would never be right
And everyone after her would deceive
He turn asking why
She said you wanted the truth
She told him she loved enough for
Him to father her children
But not enough for a
Me and you
I imagine and experience you,
When you are not in my presence
My fantasies consist of showering you
With countless amorous treasures
The heavens weep in adoration,
Blessing my tribute to your exquisite essence
Angelic tears baptizes our spirits as one,
In purity unmeasured
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