doughnuts
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I like the jelly ones,
Except when I drip the sweet slop on my lap.
My jeans disagree with the sweetness,
It stains their former perfectly faded denim.
For 18 years I've been lost about being lost and tossed around by meaninglessness
Worried about pieces of paper in the future
For the last 2 years, I've been eating the last doughnut
And sneaking a glass of wine
