Overture – Bombay, March 2002

It is bursting with pips

of saccharine sweet poison.

Nectar so abundant,

it dribbles from my lips

Onto my cheeks, the juice riddled berry.

Laying in with a sweet dream basking

In delight of the sugarplum fairy.

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