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Jam smears sticky over toast And butter three days old. Served in halves with tea and smokey, indifferent eyes While the leaves float down before steeped and bound; you ask me quietly Which cup is mine and which is yours but not just which are we.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
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Jam smears sticky over toast And butter three days old. Served in halves with tea and smokey, indifferent eyes While the leaves float down before steeped and bound; you ask me quietly Which cup is mine and which is yours but not just which are we.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
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