Made Up

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Made Up

It looks alone
Sitting naked
On a paper towel

A donut

Sandblasted, it seems,
With the golden soft
Flesh and shell
Of coconut

Its aroma is
Quite quiet,
Reminding me of
Some Hawaiian
Beach I’ve never
Been to

It’s just a
Morsel

A palm tree
Powdery sand

A sugary beachy
Tropical fleeting
Imaginary memory

Rough and escaping
Consumed and gone
That is what
It tastes like

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