Snickers
At thirty-five I'm cheap
easy to get hold of
But take your time
unwrap me slowly
hold onto the moment
the sweet aroma
for not too long off
I'll be gone
You'll miss me, but
the sticky memory
remaining on your lips
will remind you for now
what I once was
how much you felt
you needed me
But soon the time comes
The remnant memory fades
and no more do you recall
my taste, how happy I made you
and back to the machine
you go, seeking, searching,
wanting another
End
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