Candy Land

February 5, 2015

We're space-candy mannequins,

just suckers for human sin.

Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world;

only sweet until it's gone

and you're left with that ache in the maw.

I'm a space-candy mannequin,

make me a sucker for your sins.

By Veronica Russell

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