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You refill yourself when no one is looking, mixing flavors, new colors, sweetness measured in waves, delicate, deliberate, and just a lil mischievous. Another coin, another song, another piece of you in my mind, leaving only brightness and aftertaste. "Our Fever" - an Ode to Egg it started as a tremor— small, nameless, unspoken like the way light shakes on water when the wind is too tired to hold it still. at first, I called it nothing. nothing but a...