My life's a cup of sugar I burrowed before time began and forgot to return. At first the taste of sugar crystals lining my tongue made me nauseated and I tilted the cup to the gutter and laid my fingers on the grates. All of my sugar, for the rest of my life, gone. How am I to sweeten my tea? My lemons? The bitter tastes in life? How am I to taste the warming electricity if I have so foolishly thrown my sugar into the gutter?
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