Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Tale Weaver
# 83 September 15, 2016
I see it sitting on the street waiting for me to arrive.
I dream about it searching for me.
I hear the bell and music beckoning me.
My thoughts, drawn to it like a magnet.
I can see the succulent, creamy texture of the product.
My eyes glaze with anticipation.
I can not break the addiction.
I give in, once again!
Awe! It taste heavenly!
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