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A Cup of Piccolo


A piccolo I try to befriend
A drink I have been wondering
A taste so new yet all so familiar
A dose so small I crave for more

You're the right amount of sweetness
And bitterness I would like in a cup
Enough to beguile and enchant
Yet enough to soothe as a complementary

How I wish you're incapable of running out
But the more you tastes good
The more I'm likely to suck the life out of you
I hope you understand


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