fresh from the oven

I'm not sure why

or how it comes to pass.

 but whenever I'm texting you

(some romantic missive)

 I seem to make mistakes.

is that nervers?

or unrequitted passion?

take this morning.

 I was drinking coffee at our fav cafe

alone -I came to this conclusion.

the errors that you see

are the consequence of croissants

fresh from the oven.

of my slippery fingers

crumbs -

on the keyboard.

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