The Beverage

The glass stood units long for her eyes, The Beverage
then she dared
to have a glance at it.

The contours as well as the substance were unclear.
She gave a try.

Round
Dry
Fluffy
Licorice.

She felt complete and reached the edge.

The glass was empty.
What was all that?
A desire that burns.
The beverage which crumps…

Still
Crush
Hush
Licorice

The empty glass stands here since units.

The waiter makes her wait.

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