Toast

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Such life to live,
but we live like toast,
unaware of the spreads,
or jams, or coats.
We tan, we burn,
we get flush.
We scrap ourselves
and stale with crunch.
Doomed to end
by moist devour,
ticking toaster,
final hour.

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