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You were sorta sweet
but you were the worst candy
Your licorice fire
Burnt horehound
Your rusted bells and whistles
Not asking more extra
To impress me
But the lack of life, lack of savor
Depresses me
Selfishly
Candy’s supposed to be sweet
But you
Taste like dead leaves
You treat me how you taste
Rotten, pitiful
About the Creator
Jack Friend
Pizzaiolo, social worker, brewer, writer
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