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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maids_working (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2026 02:59
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It feels like the opening scene to a movie. I would definitely watch it if it existed❤️❤️
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This poem seems to have a sense of sophistication in wording and metaphor. There is an implication of continuing message from one line to the next and the food metaphor may imply more. Well done
Cute
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