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There it sat,
the pastry you saved for too long,
with the time gone,
only leaving this
overwhelming weight
on your chest,
this feeling
like an over-cooked guilt, of
not indulging, of
chasing the wrong butterflies, of
getting lost in a wrong chase,
to discover that,
the changing destination is
never reached,
and the pastry you had saved
for too long,
was eaten by worms anyway.