Resting in this dark place,
You tossed me yesterday.
You flavored and spiced me,
Then decided - you didn't like me,
Crumpled me up and threw me away.
Your story, your words,
What YOU want to hear,
Is resting in me, my dear, my dear.
Sugar and spice,
Isn't everything nice,
But what is, is inside.
I am your discarded story.
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