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They found me in the larder

With you all around my mouth, sticky in my hair

I licked my lips and stuck my tongue out

Mum picked me up

Carried me to the sink,

disgusting she muttered

Scrubbed fingers

Pink knuckles

Deaf to demand

And late into the night

I snuck upstairs,

Light footed against carpet

As soon as its quiet, I finish you under the sheets

You’re lovely and warm

But you made a mess on my pillow

Over my pyjamas and down the stairs

Mum’s began to lock the kitchen door

And now I only eat you with a spoon,

In the dining room at Christmas

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