Water down

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The bottle constructively used me,

contained me,

constricted every part of my lips.

Alas so much fructose and glucose ran through,

caramel days and caffeinated nights to mornings,

yes mighty bottle,

oh the might of each can,

Douse me,

until when I can go to that Nestle,

even arrowhead,

Crystal Geyser I meant and never

Don Perrrier.

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