Inside the Cookie Cutter

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The confines of a cookie cutter is the extent of knowledge

There is dough on the outside, yet I don’t know it. I Can’t be sure.

I eye the smell of daily sweet bread,

and nose the warmth, I lick the edges;

It tongues of bitter dark chocolate chunks.

I hear the static nothing coming

from beyond yonder edge, I sniff..


All things in the static-yonder-land where

eye-nose-ear-skin-tongue cannot venture–

or collect sensation

I Live there, yet reside here.


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The names Sarah.I want to meet Dylan Moran.(just saying)

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