Golden box filled with a cryptic variety

The folded paper to help me decipher

which chocolate I just placed in my mouth

Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle

looking for the perfect one.

And when I find the one that suits me

I close my eyes and lean back

Enjoying the fruits of my labor

It is laborious searching for that one piece

That one you can’t quite put your finger on


-Saschia Johnson


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