Drink me Up

She is the sweet whine
that everyone complains about.
Smooth, hint of pear and
with the strong aftertaste of care.

The style you don’t need refreshed. 

She is the argument
inside your stained soul. 
Wrong. Right. A battle of your bruises
healing now, and that’s what the news is. 



This is the style your needs thirst for.

 

 

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