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confectionery contempt
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2016-04-28
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one of these days in the summer heat
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your sweet sugar will rot my teeth
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planting a seed inside my chest
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and growing a candy cane forest
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the last I remember of you
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your skin felt like peppermint stew
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with a dash of cotton candy here and there
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leaving finely spun strands everywhere
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every night for my dessert
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you’d melt into me along with the hurt
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like you dumped sour worms into my wounds
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the chocolate bubbling on the stove will be ready soon
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your presence won’t disappear from this house
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like the licorice stolen by that one mouse
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sticky blue handprints left on the walls
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elongating as my “lollipop” falls
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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