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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Sweet Tootha revision of Kandy Kisses and with a new title
Blueberry flavored candy cane kisses leave sticky aquamarine imprints swirling around my sugared mind.
You always taste like candy to me.
Lustful strawberry lips ooze lascivious, heavy scarlet syrup to trail lazily down my tilted chin.
You always tasted like candy to me.
After awhile I realized that you were a leaking bitter infection cavity black hole hollowed out stabbing exposed nerve needs to be removed tooth to me.
You really were always like candy to me.
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