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cup-cake (Free verse) by cpill Oh my fickle ambition
makes me not
makes me sleep nights to no rest
till tomorrow I am
never happy
to thirst on plans
for fulfilment for-ever-on-ward
with no hope in my heart but 'hope' itself
will blue lines meet red lines?
All this brown rice
when happiness is such a
cup-cake
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