In a cookie jar,
are really nice brown crunchy cookies.
My eyeball magnified as i stare into them.
I wonder why do some of them have cracks in them.
I wonder why some of them are broken.
Some have walnuts on them, others have chocolate fudge.
The cracks are damage, the chocolate are the memories and the walnuts is the future.
When the cookie cracks and breaks,
it splits.
The two broken dough take away different perspectives the same memories.
The previously stuck walnuts seperate.
So i ask,
Can we dance on the cookie?
We will then round every walnut and dip in forever chocolate-ty thick happiness.
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