AMAN12 mannan Poems

I lived in a cage.
I loved it.
The bars were golden.
They were polished each day
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They shaped the mold before I arrived,
A perfect cast where all compiled.
I was meant to be poured, settle and fit,
But I hardened too soon and fractured it.
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For the favor you did but never let me forget,
for the "no pressure" laced with regret.
for every "no big deal" that came with fine print,
I paid with a thank you,
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A velvet-heavy, honey-spiced cake
sat on a table spread vast.
soft enough for fingers to disappear into,
dense enough to still
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