Crumbling: A Poem About Beautiful Brokenness
A crumbling cake still smells sweet. Still tastes like heaven. Still melts the same — maybe just a little faster.
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A crumbling cake still smells sweet. Still tastes like heaven. Still melts the same — maybe just a little faster.