A sugar cube
A cube of sugar
Invisibly held together
In a cube
Wrapped in paper
With its perfect partner
To sweeten
Dissolve
Die
A woman who loves you
Likes your mother would
If she wanted to make her son
Cone
A photocopier
That copies you
Then destroys you
A bottle of milk
That puts its straw in you.
A suicidal murderer
In that order
A cup of tea
Rippled with the perfection
Of a sugar cube
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