Nightmares
Enjoy the cake,
I really hope you like it.
Carefully Baked.
Artistically Frosted.
Precisely Portioned.
Yes, pick at me with your long and foreign,
ravenous beaks.
How am I?
I really hope it's good enough for you,
I poured my soul into this cake.
Oh, no I'll have what's leftover,
but thank you all the same.
Is it to your liking?
Wait.
Where are you going?
I made this...
I made this for you.
I wanted to...
I thought...
I hoped.
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