I spied a handful of sugar
And you sweeter, full of spice.
Shoke me up,
Baked me down
In a kitchen of life.
Squeezed bitter lemon juice
And despising eyes
Reckless truths
Are we merely words or lies?
Beneath the table top
Lies a sheet and yet blank of your scrawl
It’s all over my lips.
Cover them in gloss, quick!
They will not go amiss.
Unless they find out, the truth
It’s a trick.
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