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i still remember the jar of cookies you hid behind the picture frames the sweet buttery smell that wafted out everytime you cracked it open, "shhhh" you whispered with a sly grin on your face our little secret 
Rolled flat, and put into a cookie cutter but I didn't come out the right shape pushed into a corner and melted into the wall Squeezed out of a frosting tip, 
Chunky, Munchy, Crunchy, Peanut Butter or Chocolate Chip, It can be Thick, Thin or Crumbly, Its what Everyone like to eat. It could be round or squared, Sometimes Big or sometimes small;
Nothing happens unless first we dream. And indeed I did. I dreamt, I hoped, I wished upon a star, And I prayed. I called out for mercy And begged on my knees, Crying for some sanity to emerge.
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