I know why bottles are loved so much. 
Bottles and humans have so much in common. 
Each bottle is unique. 

No bottles of cider are ever the same. 
The name of the brand. 
The fruit of their nationality. 
The beauty within. 
The thrills many seek. 

Pour its soul in a glass. 
And another one. 
And another one. 
Cheers with a cling. 

Passion for bottles is a dangerous affair. 
Burning the heart. 
Eating the liver. 
Blinding the brain. 
 

We know that they're toxic. 
We too are toxic. 
 

Yet, we still crawl for more. 
The expelled fluids. 
The mini-wars and uproars. 
Dirty...

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