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    Manuka floods the lands
    Sweetens our lives
    Makes us drunk
    
                              
    Red, red, red
    Covering our eyes
    We just plunge
    
                              
    Confined in a cube
    10×10×10
    Our eutopia
    
                              
    Knock me senseless
    Blood can drip
    My euphoria
    
                              
    Lingering bitterness
    Can't be covered
    By the sugar I indulge in
    
                              
    Mouldy and turned sour
    Shakes me inside out
    The drip welcomes me yet again
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