With the breakage of choccy dips; the pink melting plasma of those rectangles of those rectangles come the candy necklace.
Crunchy, sparkly matter. Crunchy and sugar incarnate. All on an edible string that tastes like cardboard.
Yet these hard little doughnuts of crisp are what mineral dreams are made of. So many colours!
Till that saliva dripped string is gone, they may have the secret saliva of hints of sweetness, yum yum.
Fake glam is still glamour in the tongue, it's the mirage that counts.
Let it all massage an innocent tongue!