In the realm of buttered fate,
where every slice contemplates,
the golden spread whispers:
Life + Toast
= Butter(optimism)
– Grain(nagging doubts)
Landings soft, yet firm, we ponder:
Would the side unbuttered linger longer,
In shadows of the unsmeared? Perhaps...
The equation of existence ebbs and flows:
Butter^2
= Toasting
/ Surrendering
Golden arithmetic, soft secretive:
Butter over Bread, an embrace of edges:
∫(Softness/Time) dt = Embrace
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