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| I let it flow over my tounge Softly pinching delicate tissue Rushing back Sweet and exciting Icy and thin Giving my hot mouth a refresher and my throat a migrane Another deep pull Another drowned gulp Washes away the thickness of summer Leaving my lips wet and cold and ready for another taste |
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