pink bakery
like a predator sniffing out the prey
i widen my nasal passages
allowing that scent to trigger
my olfactory sensory neurons
nostalgia slams into my face
awakening all my reflexes
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my body is automated
a daily routine internalized
my legs move on its own accord
it knows the steps to take
turns to make
to arrive at that place
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ah yes!
there it is
my favourite place
for years it has been
i’ve grown accustomed to
even if i were to be blind
i would still be able to visualize
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the pink coloured walls
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on your right
shelves meticulously stacked with breads
of all flavours
and designs
each its own unique combination of ingredients
a secret recipe that cannot be
replicated
every flavour engraved onto my tongue
a feast for my eyes
the only place where my cravings get satisfied
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right in front
the refrigerators loaded with
all the sweetness
sponge cake and cream
a match made in heaven
an array of colours
made for your selection
displayed through the thick glass wall
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on your left
the aroma of
pandan batter
freshly toasted waffles
linger in the air
making you lose your sense of reality
wonder if you are in another land
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because who could ever resist
a taste of heaven
that pleases the palate
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well at least i can’t