drink poems stories

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𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓵𝓭.


milk ; all white, pure, and fragile as a baby. too pure for this world. milk was the perfect drink to quench a fragile baby's thirst.

water ; clean, crystal clear, the transparency was reflecting the transparency of a child,

a toddler running around the playground and asks for a cool drink of water to quench the toddler's thirst.

and to clean up her wound after she fell for the 50th time and had about 10 open wounds. children, am i right? the perfect epitome of having no pain means having no gain.

soda ; acidic, bubbly and undeniably addicting, the teenager loved to sip her ice cold coca-cola, as she sat down on a pool bench and gotten a tan.

the thing was, her coca-cola wasn't the only thing bubbling up, an instant bubbly teenager was all set when she saw this marvelous piece of art, could be mistaken as adonis.

guess the soda wasn't the only thing addicting?

sparkling ; too young to actually drink, the adonis got both of them a sparkling drink for their first date, sober, fizzy and fruity. perfect for the first date.

alcohol ; bitter, makes your vision blurry and burns. the teenager quickly drank the whole bottle of vodka, greedy teenager drank it all by herself.

burning sensation didn't bother her because when she was a toddler as her mother quenched her thirst with water and cleaned her wound up with water,

her mother pulled out a bottle of alcohol to be poured on her open wound and for it to "heal faster, sweetie".

the teenager drank the whole bottle of vodka because alcohol was suppose to heal open wounds right? drinks the whole bottle hoping that the open wound in her body would heal.

would stop breaking. would stop bleeding.

adonis. did not serve alcohol that night because he knew that she would have drank it anyway.

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