The danger isn’t always where you expect it
Keep killing me,
Ever so slowly,
So long as you’re
Doing it, ever
So nicely and sweetly,
Loving me ever so tenderly,
With your shimmering, shinning crystals.
Pernicious crystals of death.
Killing me softly,
On and on as,
Sugar me on,
Ever so slowly
To cold, lonely grave.
On January 15, 2015, I went to see my doctor, and he told me I needed to cut down on sugar.
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