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By Betty-Boop Date: 2001 Nov 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.01.10.45.12841]] |
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~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Fructose covered disguising the sour the acid mal taste of love's painful power A sucrose glaze coating the pill swallowed in sweetness but bitter yet still Doused in the sugar of lifes full deception to fool all the fools to the acerbic complexion Of the language of love and its tart, tangy ardor that burns and devours love's faithful martyr No, Life's not all fuzzy but rather surreal not as we'd have it but as we've been forced to feel So give me more syrup to coat as I swallow this bitter-sweet morsel as I fill this deep hollow In fructose I dip it when love has turned sour camouflage of sweetness to last but an hour. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ |