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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