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Without Marshmallow's by Sharon Waller Ridiculous that the question should be posed by thee! Should love not beith as red as a rose Unhindered by anything that spoils its simplicity Which speaks delicately to the bearer Of ones truest desire? Should lips that are fairer, yet unadorned Also be dabbled in crimson blush Only to alter its true appearance? Eyes become deceived from bounteous hot chocolate While hampered from sight by fluffy white For it is this shadow of gentle snow which hides the truth. Of Pure...purest. See there how it lies, fragrant in all of it's splendor Nestling gently in yonder bowl Waits patiently for true lips to inhail richest aroma Akin to hair of lovers brunet Pungent with splendorous shades of Patchouli brown and musk Look how gently it waves Taketh thee on magical journeys to mountains Withoutest snow-capped peaks of marshmallow bore. Speak not to me of marshmallows! Nay! For if you do The cupeth which serves most elegant of chocolate Becomes forever hidden by the mask Of what we cannot see. Like love that speaks from lips unadorned Eyes not blinded by false confectionary While roses knowest only true love I surrender my lips onto virgin hot chocolate Forever bidding adeiu To marshmallow's ghostly billowing form Which floats upon my chalise.
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