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i still remember the jar of cookies
you hid behind the picture frames
the sweet buttery smell that wafted out everytime you cracked it open,
"shhhh" you whispered with a sly grin on your face
our little secret
Rolled flat, and put into a cookie cutter
but I didn't come out the right shape
pushed into a corner
and melted into the wall
Squeezed out of a frosting tip,
Chunky, Munchy, Crunchy,
Peanut Butter or Chocolate Chip,
It can be Thick, Thin or Crumbly,
Its what Everyone like to eat.
It could be round or squared,
Sometimes Big or sometimes small;
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
And indeed I did.
I dreamt,
I hoped,
I wished upon a star,
And I prayed.
I called out for mercy
And begged on my knees,
Crying for some sanity to emerge.