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Poetry

Chocolate

Gourab Banerjee

I received it this morning.
Covered in a golden wrapper,
The chocolate inside, gnawed,
By different sets of 32,
It thought I also wanted to put my mark on its surface,
The wrapper came off, the chocolate started to melt,
Oh, what pretty a sight it was!
I love dark chocolate.
Any shape, any size, any origin,
But what happens when you find one,
Covered in an eaten skin?
It was melting faster now.
My fingers...the heat off of it was probably doing its trick.
I could see it struggling. I tore off the wrapper a bit more.
It made me sick.
I remember the first time I had one.
I didn't like it back then, but I was forced.
They said this was fun.
My taste buds became numb after that.
Chocolate makes me go crazy now.
With every lick on my fingers, I could see it sticking to my skin.
It doesn't wanna let go. It doesn't wanna wither away.
But I know... A few seconds more...
...
It is over now.
The chocolate is gone.
My hands are clean.
I will have another one tomorrow.

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