The watersThe drip drop into endless cups of teaFilled to brimBecause I will it ???Worked to boneMy flesh melts off next to herThe girl who exchanges glances from the black mirrorAm Ireally changed?Have I embraced the womanshe’s always beenTip tip tippity tapShe rises from the glassUp up up ohh she’s…She’sThe silence,the scribbles beforethe stormShe’s everythingContinue reading “My Cup of Tea”
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