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May 2014
Bubbly hell
makes me tired every time I drink.
Rips apart my joints with sugary satisfaction.
Still I am invigorated with your flavor,
and want to chase you through
lemon tree orchards
that will only ever make me more thirsty
and want to drink of
my lemon lyme disease.
Even though my dog has Lyme disease all he wants to do is run around. Afterwards he is always in pain and requires more painkillers than I ever have. He has a youth I wish to carry  with me for the rest of my life.
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