Had my cake
And ate it!
I could do that.
All there was there was,
O please,
As thin slice of cake
In cloudy desire,
As I had.
Which I had,
And could have
No more.
And my hands felt
De emptiness,
My heart de tumblin --
A certain urge to hold
Still, and still hold.
When all was said -- undone.
I searched for answers,
For which there were
Ready questions:
Why, why,
I couldn't eat what I did not have.
Why, why,
It's never a good idea
To eat another's leftover.
Ate my cake
And don't have
It, no more!
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