Drinks
Give me tap;
free drips of American Wheat
flowing through my bloodstream.
These rations make me
cling
to an escapable atmosphere
where gravity forms in carbon
dioxide foam
This job has freed me,
beaten me,
loved me,
cloned me,
left me sweating.
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I like the simplicity of this title:
Drinks!