I landed on the muzzle of a can,
My lips like wings in search of sugar water,
The bubbles burned and the juice
Was not as sweet I remembered,
And because the sweetness was missing,
All the memories of previous sugared times
I hoped to return to while drinking
Did not come and I was left
Aware of the present around me,
A new experience no can had given me before:
As dull as a flat and watered down drink.
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