Poem about a cinnamon roll

Sunshine happiness

being free from the dark,

not rushing from this place.

This time is mine

like the middle

part of a cinnamon roll.

Sweet sweet sweet

smell of cinnamon

round and beautiful, my moon.

Sailor moon

at two in the morning

with a little snack

my cinnamon roll.

Solitude, sailor moon and

I cinnamon roll, just us

In my room.

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