Sweeter,
Innocent almost.
Not the
Violet explosion you
Made in my
pastel life
I remember my 9th birthday
The first taste of layer cake,
The centre not frosting but
My mom's cherry jam
The surprise, the unexpected
Sweet and tart revealed
The way the line of red cut
Through the blond cake, making
It new, and more exciting.
I think I must have woken up
Because I'm hungry.
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