No Refill For What's Left

Too much with the same flavor
Enough of the same kind of texture in my mouth
When all I need to do is find a different drink

No need in emptying this particular cup
No big deal in drying the drops left all over
No urge in getting rid of it

Clear spaces between all I drank and what's left of you
Liquids dancing all over my body from (most admit) great memories
Bitting my lips just because I know you know

Enough of recycled kisses
Too much of your well-known touch
When all I must do is go ask for a new drink.

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