to bring about peace,
against your teeth
they roll and clink.
your tongue so restless
refuses to stay,
instead it plays;
it melts.
your mouth weeps
for something more
to cool the fever
there underneath.
inside your throat
an eternal desert,
scornful sand blows
making you echo
Ricola
Ricola
eat, then, another one
so long as you know
'tis more than you need.
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