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Mar 2021
He might be sweet, dripping
honey from his lips, lust from
his eyes,
fire from his hands.

But sugar is no good for you,
***, and wouldn't you rather
drink from crystal clear
fountains of love than


let sweet, hot tea burn
you again and again?
This poem was written in 2019.
Payton Hayes
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Payton Hayes  Oklahoma City
(Oklahoma City)   
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