The beauty inside is liquid
It is written on the face
The label says sweet and deep
Like a bottle of liqueur
Most won't recognize
Won't open the lid for sniff
Or a tipple
And the bottle's contents sweetens still
Tears distilled
Sugars unfermented
Always fresh and invigorating
After I take a swig I check the level
It's still full as if letting me drink was purpose
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