Bottle htis up.
This acrid melancholy.
This sweet salvation.
This hope. This fear. This light.
Bottle this up.
This way I'm looking at you.
This hitched hip you've got
pointing my direction.
Bottle this up.
This periwinkle elbow.
This thunderous acorn.
This hot air buffoon.
Bottle it up.
Because it's going fast,
and I'm still thirsty.
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