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I miss the days.
When cupcakes were just vanilla sponges with icing.
Sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.

 

I miss the days.
When I wore fake gold bangles and played pretend in our building’s abandoned stairwell for hours.

 

I miss the days.
When I would go to sleep in Prague
and wake up in Zurich.

 

When cupcakes could heal, gold was kept for wedding days
and Europe could promise escape.

 

 

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