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You coated your hands
With sugar, sweetness
Then made me eat from them
Watched, while black teeth rotted
And I vomited, sickened
By their saccharine sickness
It hid your corruption
Blurred the lines with lies
But when you touched them,
The brittle coat, crumbled, leaving your sores,
Open wounds,
For all who looked to see
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