Cruel crust that tempts me from afar,
With golden hue and scent of warmth and wheat,
Thy fragrant call makes every heart that beats skip verily a jolly beat,
Yet hides within a bitter, cursed scar.
I yearn for taste, for joy without a bar,
To savour bliss in every molten treat,
But gluten lurks, a villain in deceit,
Transforming love to agony bizarre.
For after pleasure, pain begins to rise,
A leaden weight that anchors soul and mind,
As stomach churns beneath accusing skies.
My heart laments the joy I cannot find,
Condemned to crave, yet in its grasp, despise—
A fleeting dream, forever left behind.
For Gluten. The slipperiest minx.
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