You swallowed up
my sweetness faster
Than I could bear.
This is love, no?
I sit in your hand
waiting for you to
lick my candy shell away.
Layer after layer
revealing my sour
underpinnings.
There is only the stick now,
to hold the last
of me together.
I should have
been made of
more vile stuff.
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