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Devour


 

Sugar, spice, and everything nice

You promised it all, you promised me twice

You promised me twice, then you promised me thrice

Your soft lips and warm hands you used to entice

You spoke so precise, and you spoke so concise

Then between my ribs you shoved a sickle of ice

That grew from your heart, your heart full of vice

Then you ate me inside out slice by slice

You ingested my soul, and I paid the price

Sugar, spice, and everything nice

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