Soda
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
02.06.02
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