Email, a lyric

Emails are cold water in the freezing winter.
Emails are hot water in the scorching summer.
Emails are adulterated milk in your ice cream.
Emails are dunking an Oreo into the water in your bathtub.
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Emails are what happen when the shit hits the fan.
Emails are what happen when you switch on that fan.
Emails are what happen when are lonely and miserable.
Emails are what happen when you are a horse in a stable. Cable. Fable. Maple.
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Email: Here is my DNA sample. Table. Able. Ble.
Email: Dear all,
Email: Oreos at my desk. Slightly soggy.
Email: warmly, lonely, will you be my distant family?