A poem....for you....
Bagel....
we both have boyfriends
we blog about it constantly
we are not sisters
but we are of different kinds
I am like an everything
salty, perhaps with garlic
you are like blueberry
submissive and sweet
I am best paired with coffee
between the rush of the morning
you are enjoyed at night
in the dim glow of the fridge light
but we are not so different you and I
we are both made of the same dough
the same yeast. we rise to the occasion
just because we have different toppings
does not mean we are of ill blood
Bagel....
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i got one for u too DakotaMagic didn’t choose truth, they chose panic dressed as authority. Voices raised, logic drowned, fear crowned itself judge. I wasn’t guilty—just convenient. A name to throw out, a door to slam hard enough to feel in control again. They called it order. It was hysteria with a key. Betrayal doesn’t always whisper— sometimes it screams, evicts you mid-breath, and swears it was necessary. But magic built on fear rots fast. And one day, when the noise is gone, they’ll be left alone with the echo of what they destroyed.
Bagel mine was made from the heart....yours was ai....this is hurtful bagel........................................................................
DakotaMagic oh...
Bagel you are a bagel, not a poet I fuckin guess :////
DakotaMagic LMFAOOOO