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The bright moonlight filters through the spiny limbs casting mishaped shadows on the floor. A passing cloud causes the light to dim and flicker onwards once more. A shaft of moonlight reveals a hidden gem - a small nub of sweetness that beckons across the room. Entranced, my eyes trace a delicate path along sloping curves topped by white. Each slow suck draws a river of liquid sweetness that coats lips and tongue in equal generosity. Sharp nibbles against a hardened surface yields a soft core of sugar - that sends me on a euphoric high again. The witching hour passes and dawn finds me, gathering the nubs like hidden treasures - all that is left to remind us - of this bag of candy corn. *Originally called the: Ode to Candy Corn - as provided by Ms Stephanie Solomon :) |
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