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Riddle #1

I need that cool sensation
On my tongue reaching the back of my throat
The slick and tasteless slide
Down to the pit of my stomach
Give a sense of fulfillment
The expanding of my insides to accommodate the liquid
Until it press against my walls
Pressuring wanting a release
To be free to flow
From me to another time and space
Only to make room for more
So I can repeat the cycle
Written by Queen_Lyte
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