In the Oven


What else can I say about it?
Being hurt?
I have nothing to say about it.
Someone always feel something.
Someone not yet do the thinking.
Some think more.
Some think less.
Some never think.
A common sense for a person.
A life lesson for another.
Not even close to other's thought.
What a disappointment!
Don't you have brain; I'd really want to ask.
But that would sound harsh.
Being harsh would make us equal.
So have your part of the cake.
I have plenty in the oven.
You are what you eat.
I am what I cooked.
A pinch of salt.
A tablespoon of sugar.
A generous amount of everything.
Chances are all we have.
It ticks.
Tick tock tick tock.
Don't miss it.



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