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Sugar
Sugar
Crawling sucrose like epidemia venom
Sugar
You can't taste it yet
It's a breaker, Cane
Covered in stick, reflective skin glue
Guile is my epidermic scale
A proud,
imminent
groveling
I'm not above this either.
Paths of writhing firth will find me, Cane
Sweet as your Plague
My plague
Us, we die fleshed pollen
Keeping our affections for the other species' ( Read more... )