The blue that reflects
Deep in the limits of my memory,
Awaken my doubts,
And generate emotions,
That a computer could never reach.
Do you want to know something of my lust?
That it usually comes on a Wednesday night,
When it's two-for-one at the cinema,
And everything turns in to a shade
Of a nuclear ray.
Definitively, I should find a better way to get in the groove,
Than this one of drinking vodka.
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