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Jun 2012
The first sip is joy
caffeinated, herbal brewed
steaming happiness.

The second, gladness
hope, wide-eyed, penetrating
deep into your skull.

The third. serenity
light blue injected into
your veins. Numb and peace.

The fourth sip, madness
the kind that electro-shock
can't cure. You are crazed.

The fifth, ecstasy.
A green-tea ****** that
lingers on your tongue.
Lindsey Bartlett
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