Fake verbal crystal sugar i was fed
before i knew of you; your honey words
like golden liquid fill my head;
now i am starving for this flavoured blend;
and being blind - all ears; whole getting sticky,
i spend much time, gain weight, feel giddy
and anyhow i am becoming happy captive
of you, my clever, honey-mouthed heart-thief.

ONElia AVElar

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