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Sprite.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to taste Sprite again,

and not feel the humid air against my skin,

or feel lighter just by the bubbles themselves.

 

Because when we mix it, on Friday nights,

with your secret wine, hidden in the shoe box,

it's a perfect time.

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