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Crust beef cake

Crust beef cake

VicentaLakin

When I knock on the shell of the pretzels and watch the gravy flow out, it feels like I'm knocking on the door of a lover. Perhaps every human being has a shell, a mask, a disguise, and when we come closer to each other, listen to each other, fall back and forth between harm and warmth, then believe in the coming of true love, and open the door to the moment, that light and ecstasy are enough for the rest of our lives. As long as you feel it, as long as you believe, as long as you're brave enough to bow to each other's doors