Title: Decadence
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The cake is like a cloud of joy.
The frosting is like a rainbow.
One slice is heaven on Earth,
A flowing chocolate volcano.
The cake is like a cloud of joy.
The frosting is like a rainbow.
One slice is heaven on Earth,
A flowing chocolate volcano.
The cake is like a cloud of joy.
The frosting is like a rainbow.
One slice is heaven on Earth,
A flowing chocolate volcano.
The cake is like a cloud of joy
The candles are like a rainbow.
Is a slice of heaven on earth.
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A cake is brought to him.
Is it the rum or the cake.
The birthday cake is baked, ice cream is served.
A woman offering you cake.
And cake is all we eat.
None of the above
The cake tasted like a dream
I want to eat cake like a starving student
The cake is like a cloud of joy
The cake tasted like a hug
Cake is like a heart
None of the above
And you are the candle in it
The candles are like a cloud of happiness
The candles are like a halo
And the candles are like a ring of love
The candles are like a rainbow
None of the above
The cream puffs up like a cloud.
The cream smothers like a blanket
The cream puffs up like a snowman
The cream puffed up like a pillow
The cream puffs up like a donut
None of the above
The flowers like a sea of love
The flowers are like a bouquet
The sand is like the sun
Flowing from the room
And the flint is like a fire
None of the above
The colors make me feel happy
The ash stains the floor
The smoke resembles a blizzard
Flowing from the wall
The music is a cadence
None of the above
I'm not rushing to tomorrow, i've got one birthday left.
It's my birthday, come merry-go-round.
And on my twenty-second birthday, i heard.
And i can’t wait for my twenty-second birthday.
The birthday girl sits with a swollen tummy.
None of the above
The ash is a sandstorm.
The candles are like a rainbow.
The colors bleed into the room.
The rainbow is what I see.
The rainbow of colors, a whirlwind.
None of the above
Birthday is like a rebirth
Birthdays are like a whirlwind,
Birthday is like a rebirth.
His birthday comes around like a swarm of bees,
His birthday is like a frog croaking in its own puddle,
None of the above
A slice of watermelon dangling from a stick.
The slice of an orange he’s holding.
Is a slice of heaven on earth.
And cut the pie into wedges, just like a slice of deli-meat.
The slice of lemon he’s holding, the crunch of black sesame.
None of the above
And eat me up, as i look at your photo.
We can eat edamame and tokyo ramen.
To eat of the fruit, the tree of glasgow.
And eat street food in the heart of chicago.
To buy some oranges and eat them in glasgow.
None of the above
Like lava flowing from a volcano.
I remember chocolate, and the volcano.
Is but the snow-cap crowning the volcano.
Like the clouds that form around a volcano.
And the chocolate village with its lively volcano.
None of the above