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  5:30pm “He said he’d come tonight.” She entered the room and noticed the few glances her way. She smiled shyly and walked forward to the seat closest to the door. In case she needed to make a sudden escape from the room.  A few people near her grew quiet as she sat at the table … More Maybe.

Cake

a poem by Noah Eli Gordon Look, you want it you devour it and then, then good as it was you realize it wasn’t what you exactly wanted what you wanted exactly was wanting   About This Poem “Small as it is, this poem deals with the continually fleeting and bewildering conditions of desire, fulfillment, ambition, … More Cake