Spiked Sugar


So you found out I’m not rainbows and unicorns

Now you know I am not made out of spun sugar

Don’t be fooled by my art of innocence

Or taken down by my extended hand

I allow mystery to pave a chosen path

And those not strong enough to play

I painfully extract

So who among you will run with the hunt?

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