cold sweet pineapple juice
slowly melting ice; ice cubes
i can hear crackles; i can see
burst and tiny bubbles rising
so amazing; it's small world
before my eyes; it's changing
condensation dripping on glass
rolling, flowing to a silent splash
on a soft napkin above marble
oh! i have to interrupt process
to quench my longing; a thirst
and i thought about you i miss
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