It looks like urine
And it truly does
With its foamy gold
Yet it smells like water and
Tastes like mango tea
Which coincidentally,
It is
I never return the
Coin of conversation
To the fizzing
Vibrating
Pond
Can we just have
A normal talk without
Being angry?
Says the boy with
IED issues
And a pick-pocket heart
I speak for myself;
For myself in being pleasantly
Gloomy without a bottle of ink
(Good for writing, good for
Staining things)
You can't argue with someone
Who's auto-switch-assumption
Is that the people are
Water drops of fire
Waiting to climb into your skin
So he walks out like the last
And the last before the last
For a temporary
Last time
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