It was just a dish from the cupboard,
with a thin, silver line around the edge
that didn't play well with the heat.
He trusted the machine,
and he trusted the bowl,
but the "sweetness" ended in a spark
and a very, very hard strawberry.
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Author:
Lilmoonxx (Pseudonym) (
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