Grape Soda

Her love is like grape soda,
delicious and sensually purple;
her taste runs smoothly over my tongue,

and just like grape soda,
it’s better than the real thing.
Removed of the pulpy sentiment and made sugary,
her affection comes pre-bottled.

I cracked her open and enjoyed the simulated love.
When it was done I put the her in the recycling.

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