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May 2010
I'm pretending this grape soda is a beer.
Instead of grapes
I taste hops.
Instead of sugar
I taste bitterness.
And when I take a swig
It erases some tension
Til sip by sip
I will become a puddle of relaxation.
Or maybe nonexistence.
It goes well with the tear tracks on my face
And the sad song on my iPod.
Written by
Christine
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