The Baker

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My Broken Heart

Your disgust was
caked on like icing
on my cheeks,
leaving impressions
of contempt
on a battered face.

I wasn’t worthy
of your storefront,
instead stored away
in back rooms
where you rolled
over me and
turned your back.

You think you can
have your cake
and eat it too.

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