Poems

Sugar and Spice

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The spiciness clasps the mumbly pale numb lips

Held by the hand and water seen dripping down the wrist

Knees crumblling, stomach grumbling upon sighting the beast

Munching the sweetest honey that is only offered by the bees.

 

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