You got a bit angry when I
threw out my plastic water bottle,
I said
I dont reuse them;
chemicals and bacteria, or whatever.
Secretly
you imagined
16 fluid ounces of
water, my saliva
and yours,
saved
for later.
You got a bit angry when I threw out my plastic water bottle, I said I dont reuse them; chemicals and bacteria, or whatever. Secretly you imagined 16 fluid ounces of water, my saliva and yours, saved for later. |

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i like how the whole finalized poem is =]
beautiful
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