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Breakfast tea

You remind me of breakfast. I can wake up in the morning and you be there you, flayed warm and inviting, and the next, it isnt The moments pass and It isnt the time for it anymore. But, there is always tea.

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keenan-dixon

American

Published: May 6, 2014
LinesWords: 1042

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