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By CordovaGirl Date: 2004 Jan 22 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.22.19.45.11505]] |
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Somehow you make me lose the taste of bitterness and turn it into some sort of sugar rush Quickened pulse Raced heart Oversweetened A diabetic's nightmare-- Leaving a sense of longing for more than what is allowed. Your voicemails are blue sugar packets I melt in my coffee cup and cherry-coated chocolates provided free of charge. I take in each taste like a two-hour sale-- with a sense of urgency but controlled greed. I know my quantities are limited. |