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Feb 2018
Sweet,
Oily, rich,
Melts in your hand,
Manufactured,
And probably not safe,
But O, you crave it.

Cold,
Pain and pleasure,
In every flavor,
Melting,
Quickly gone,
But it's worth it.

Small,
With a swirl of-
Sugary goodness,
Crumbling,
And all yours,
Who would want to share?

Salty,
Seasoned and savory,
You can't eat just one,
Crunch!
Crisp, inviting,
And enough to share.
Isaac Spencer
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Isaac Spencer  25/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania
(25/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania)   
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