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She Whispers


She whispers,

Tongue sweet

Like the chocolates

window dressing

the store.

Each word clothed in tinfoil

dozing in a paper shell.

She speaks,

So sweet

Each letter a slice into the centre,

oozing candied-cream.

She whispers,

So bitter

Sour milk curdling in the warm run-down fridge.

Dark chocolate dipped in.

"No sugars added,"

She whispers.

#Poetry #MetaphorAnalogy

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