Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
04.02.2026
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Stacked Like Years
We stack our pancakes like our days,
Some thin, some thick, some slightly burned.
Sweet syrup hides the rougher edges,
Butter melts where patience learned.
Adulthood tastes a little like this—
Simple joys, well-earned bliss.
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