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7d
Donut Disturb


Do not knock until I’ve iced my mood,
glazed in sugar’s gentle trance.
Each hole a hollow plea for peace—
sprinkles shielding sleepy thoughts.
Ring me only when calories don’t matter.
...a bit of food fun
renseksderf
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