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Gingerbread I knew I had to get out of therebefore the icing cracked and they discoveredthat I’m burnt around the edges,doughy in the center,that what they thought was sugaris salt.If I was a good girl,if I could satisfy their cravings, if every dream in my misshapen headdidn’t bite, I might have stayed at the table.Wouldn’t you run, too,from such voracious love?
