La Crepe

La Crepe
Ensconced in fruit of all kinds
Raspberries, blueberries, etc
Your much coveted contours
Are being delivered
On a bed of luxury

Have I taken thee for granted?
Have I sullied what it means to be a crepe?

The world isn’t without mistakes
That would be absurd
It is filled with them
And each and every second until you arrive
I will be thinking of you

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