CANDYSHOP
life twists and turns like a
liquorice stick
forever running in twisted pattern
to be chewed and spat
by my fleeting aspirations
oh when i grow up i want to be...
anything but this head-heavy state
of non-confusion thanks to a future
resting on my ability to create
life.
like a liquorice stick
running in twisted pattern.
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