sucking on a straw,
sipping at the last bit of a milkshake
relishing in the cold, dark, sweet, sugary beverage.
you remember the first sip that tantalized your tounge
the cold rushing to your forehead
the taste overwhelming your buds
the surprise quenching of a secret desire.
you were enveloped in that milkshake.
you thought of how chocolate is your favorite flavor,
raspberry, mint chip or even vanilla would have been fine
but you went with chocolate, your favorite.
the last icy chunks of sugary goodness make their way up the straw,
leaving only the soupy remnants of what once was.
you knew all along it wouldn't last forever,
thats just how it is with milkshakes.
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