Just A Biscuit

My lovely maker,
I’m just a biscuit,
Without my bracelet,
But no complaints cause,
You are the baker.

All I ask, humbly,
Feels like it’s getting worst,
I will pray without breaking your trust,
Show me that assembly.

So many hearts broken,
So many wombs shattered,
Help the friendship win this battle,
Love for us never mattered.

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