Juice

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In a bottle,

out the tap,

I got this juicy goo

in my veins.

Whole stop.

Gummy mummy

waxing effigy,

midnight the museum

move like molasses

statue sneak

self-robbery

or self-delivery.

Goal stop.

Hold the field’s

revolution,

take the cake

claim the game,

drink the juice

jugo sluice

open gates

red punch river

feed the flocks

flood the fields

drink

for freedom

drink like art

drink like matter

is all we’re made of

oceans

yearn to escape this rock

and mosey to my moon,

like the salt pores

I bleed

out the tap

to symphonies,

drink, drink

slink slake

crimson lake

honey glaze

liquid laze

no stop

juice.

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