Sugar Blues
Your love is a candy
Sweet as peach
Better than tales and fables
A way better than Magnolia wine
Your love is but a candy
Sweet as milk
Better than an urban circus
It beats the hell out of my morning breath
But I always find myself
Beside the stairwell
Sprinkled with dirt
Crying
Spattering a few red drops
Waiting for one last breath
For your love is nothing
But could then be a candy
After a minute or two
Even in the speed of thought
It gently melts like an ice cream
Against my ruptured tongue
as any faithful sugar does
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