at the counter I stand like always,
watching you walk in,
dressed in ways,
the same order as you always place.
Cheesecake,
on the side with fruit,
what I would not give to make it new.
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Author:
maids_working (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 23rd, 2026 02:59
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