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Feb 2012
Like honey, cloyingly, sickeningly sweet
You cling, coagulated, dripping
Sticking and

I find you between my fingers
caught in the corners of my lips
Taste of clover stinging and

No matter how hard I
Try to scrub, clean, lick you away,
You remain ever present and

I find that I am helpless
Stuck solitary and motionless within
A candied cocoon
Michelle Graham
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