so awestruck was
my heart for bakes and dough
But was it just
my selfish lust
I daren't myself trust
A pleasant whiff
my bakery
only should it exist
Through separation
time and time
my thoughts for it resist
But scarcely to
my own surprise
its door I still arrive
Perhaps it is
but destiny
that knot us till I die.
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