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May 2021
Sugar, aspertame, nectar, glucose,
Molasses, syrup, fructose,
All naturally sweet...
But your taste can't be beat.

Your lips are sweeter than honey,
And your words are gentler than silk.
Every granule of sugar you consume
Morphs into your figure's plume.
Jaicob
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Jaicob  18/M/six feet under
(18/M/six feet under)   
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