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Sweet Nothings...
I feel big like pink candy floss,
sweetly spun on a stick.
But then I remember.
how too much makes you sick.
So you can't make a meal
of the whole darned thing,
but you nibble a little,
lips glowing so pink agin
Then it's back in the bag
where the stickiness shows,
and spilt candy floss always
clings onto your clothes....
...
Monday 9th August 2010 4:43 pm
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