i love you in all your want-to-be roundness peppered with chocolate chips.
i love the way you gaze up adoringly at me from your cellophane wrapper.
i love you more because you were free.
but seriously. i had a plan to eat you at 2 or 3 today, you know, when the afternoon doldrums hit. but your smell, which i would normally swoon over, is tempting me too soon and im starting to resent you a bit.
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