4 x 5

Cut it and dice it
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Pieces apart in perfect proportion
Eating your chart from the
Sprinkled sprinkles on top

This morning listening to your pop
From the toaster you lit up
What a messed up way to start the morning
Convenience in plastic wrap
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Crunch up Melancholy Hill
The place we all should go when we feel like
This torn inside beating thing
Not sure muscle
Strong still, pulling

Collect the crumbs one by one
On your fingertips
That were made to feel even when your
Melancholy soul doesn’t want to
With the bending morning sun coming.