polarpop
true russian engineer
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In dreams, the donuts call my name,
Golden rings of sugared flame.
Yet dawn arrives, the craving fades—
A quieter strength is slowly made.
Each "no" I choose, each mile I tread,
Brings me closer to the life ahead.
For sweeter still than glaze or bite
Is earning twelve percent in morning light.
Golden rings of sugared flame.
Yet dawn arrives, the craving fades—
A quieter strength is slowly made.
Each "no" I choose, each mile I tread,
Brings me closer to the life ahead.
For sweeter still than glaze or bite
Is earning twelve percent in morning light.
