Pastry (an acrostic poem)

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Putting the crispy layers of butter and sugar in his mouth.

And feeling it melt on his tongue, he let out a low moan.

Soooooo good!

The problem was he was diabetic and knew what he was doing to his body.

Reaching for another, he banished those thoughts.

You only lived once, and maybe science would figure out the whole artificial pancreas soon.