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The delicate speckled surface
craggy and lunar in appearance.
Like a tiny, tasty moon, 
just for you. 
Each pitted crater holds
an extraterrestrial treasure. 
A small, warm cocoa comet,
denting the lunar landscape. 
And as each morsel
trundles along its orbit
into the gaping, black-hole,
You will savour the dream. 
Even after it has gone, 
it will stay with you. 
“But why does it have to go?” 
You ask. 
Because that’s just the way 
the cookie crumbles.