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cake (Free verse) by roses are read playing with my barbies...
getting dirt in my dry swim suit.
foot/foot; hand/hand; foot/foot.
i leave cartwheel prints in the sand:
the frosting on your cake.
the buttercream roses are.
suffocating me as i fall,
so i dress myself in them,
and hide under the bride's skirt.
the frosting stains my skin sweet.
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