An ode to you, my neon green
My static spark, my waking dream
Pulled from the tab, a hiss of might
To chase the shadows from the night
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You surge right through my tired veins
Like lightning caught in cooling chains
The claw marks etched upon your can
Adored by me, your biggest fan
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That precious rush of citrus bold
In frosted aluminum, bright and cold
With taurine's pulse and vitamin streams
You fuel the drive for all my schemes
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Throughout the night and every day
You hold the creeping sleep at bay
A liquid roar, a jagged sting
To you, sweet nectar, praise I sing
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About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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