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The sticky atmosphere is getting under my skin.
The weight of his words are stinging like sin.
I’m longing to drown myself in the sugary and sweet.
And fill my mouth with the cold killer of heat.
The dryness in my throat has started to pinch and poke.
I dream of cleansing myself with coke.

Don’t laugh. I love coke.