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And, then I ate the cake

I bought myself a cake

To see if it made me feel awake

It sat on the counter

As if waiting for a counter-offer

None arrived but a few fruit flies on the cover

It was still tasty

Although the tears added a salty crunch

All that remained was a hunch

That things would somehow get better

And all that remained was the black letter

Wishing a false narrative

And, then I ate the cake

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