Syrup

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Sickly sweet words, dripping from your lips like honey,
Yet they sear,
Scorching as they part from your exquisite mouth,
Searing as they graze my skin,
Their sweetness deceiving,
For they sear,
Burning like a bee's venom untamed,
Scalding like they consume my very heart,

Sickly sweet words,
Echoing with honeyed tones,
Yet they corrode like acid.

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