Irksome itch that wanders
Unsatisfied by all of this,
No matter how much sugar squandered
To sweeten this life I found.
Maybe devour you, swallow you whole,
And for a brief second, candy-glutted,
Belch out the shape of your soul.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
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