Ars Poetica

A temper 

can only be tempted 

for so long;

once the temper 

tips over, spilling 

its vinegar all over

my sweetened 

condensed 

chocolate 

cake, 

there’s no fixing it; 

it’s ruined.

No. I won’t start 

from scratch; 

leave it be—

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