juice
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What keeps me calm
hypes me up
What makes me strong
Lives me up
When all is wrong
And seems abrupt
On a deserted wasteland
no empty cups
The Juiceman their to pipe it up
I don't say much except
Thanks for the juice
I don't need much except
Thanks for the juice
Proof is written in the stars
Thanks for the juice
The drive to survive and what's fuel inside
The beuatiful glistening liquid,
Such a turquoise shade,
moking my facial expresions
as I stare into the cup,
I pick up its clothes
and it reads
Kool-Aid
Running
Running
FUNNING running
Funneling grape soda and cranberry juice through a lemon squeezer
Why not?
It’s all pointless anyway.
Birds fall out of the sky like
