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Done with the day that sat on me

and laughed when I could not breathe.

The day that began like a candy store,

Enticing me,

the sweet smell of butterscotch and honey dew.

Did I know that I would choke?

Should I have guessed it from the start?

As my finger tips lingered upon the un-dusted shelves

and that small, knowing quiver of doubt.

Sadness for a long abandoned palace of childhood dreams.

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