Every morning,
I coat decorum on my facade
like the fulgent honey
trickling on a delicacy
rather making it worth drooling over
yet the hustle through the day
wears my patience down
decoating all my glamour
so by twilight,
I'm naught but a cracked cookie.
If you can still appreciate
crunchiness I hold within,
maybe you can accept me
unconditionally
despite all my flaws.
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