Dry thoughts, enveloped
inside two empty bottles
of soft drinks
placed side by side
akin to cousins
Cheeks of orange flavour, and
appy juice
Handsome and beautiful
Whose moustache
took energy
Out of an open cork
with noise and gurgle
Sipping energy
In a single draught
Bereft of
All that was, pulpy and juicy;
It brew cocktail
of anger and thirst, and
with all un-even means
Started juggling and fermenting
Words, of an unofficial kind
In its empty world
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