A Slippery Tongue
So sweet, a double-crossed tongue.
The moment we taste its flavor,
We lose our minds completely.
And out is born
A brand new creature.
So foul, a double-crossed tongue.
The moment we spit out its taste,
We come back to our senses.
And out is born
A filthy creature.
"And lo, that very creature of mold is you!"
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