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Round and toned like your aching heart
From bruises too old to ever grow more faint
The pressed and darkened parts remind me of those days
You're like a bagel my love
A gaping missing hole in the middle
Which everyone finds a signature of yourself
Unbeknownst to them your demeaner was concocted in a cauldron pattered in soot
From the kindle of a raging flame you did not mean to ignite
You are a bagel
In the same way you both can become what is desired
But in the end the essence is the same
And unchangedÂ
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