I smell caffeine
it's coming outta my pores
meanwhile, this brain is in the gutter
drinking from an imaginary cup
spilling over that red carpet
as it rushes, as it goes
I hear the caffeine shouting my name
an echo through planets, through multiple chagrins
my pacts weren't written in blood
they all exist in caffeine
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