Sugar Darling, you are my sunshine. No,
moonshine. Intoxicant, swooning.
Down where the wild things grow and the
slit comes to life with a flower of flesh and bones and innocence.
Lost when he found you, lost when he stole you. Detested he is but
loved you will always be.
Sugar. Darling. Dolce. Sweet and tempered with
Je t’aime mon ange ma douce ma jolie fille.