Old memories made of
carrot cake
stain freshly laid
plans bestowed upon
the young.
You fool!
Fretting and scribbling
schedules and resentments,
cake crumbs on a tiled floor,
chilled still.
Such old pain
tastes stale, nutmeg and
cinnamon unable to mask
sour stresses
unable to be resolved.
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