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empty, pointless
some days are just like this
hollow like that Dolly Madison pie
I hungrily bit into only to find it
unfilled, no cherry, no pudding
the fact that I missed breakfast
cruelly obvious as I dined on air

you, with a quick phrase
could fill me
leave me sweetly glowing
a paragraph might overwhelm
cream leaking from my seams
not sugar just facts you’d say
yet your effect stronger than liquor

I watch the box and check the clock
hoping that you will
praying that you don’t
if you do I will float and feel necessary
but if you do there will be a price to pay
weak and willing you’ll prove me to be
a brittle pastry of a girl