That kitchen you always dreamed of

The three tiered mesh fruit basket in the centre, drawing energy

I am dipping my slightly charred pancakes into a tea I added too much sugar to

I release three confused tears out of my only working tear duct

Give it three years and your house will have burned

Too bad your husband made it out (don’t worry he died later)

Silently in the night

Three drawers in your refrigerator

Full of food you never got to taste

A baby of three years you never got to taste

Oh, sorry I mean never got to meet

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