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You know it's time to talk when the teapot empties itself, forgotten steam whistling in and out our ears. Tell the truth, it's all about the mist, crawling in and out of our heads. delicately painted china empty of all but dregs spilling out patterns depicting surprises unreadable to all but the blind changing the addictions to colorless schemes of the bitter sweet taste lingering on our tongues uncurling to let out the truth.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Teatime
You know it's time to talk when the teapot empties itself, forgotten steam whistling in and out our ears. Tell the truth, it's all about the mist, crawling in and out of our heads. delicately painted china empty of all but dregs spilling out patterns depicting surprises unreadable to all but the blind changing the addictions to colorless schemes of the bitter sweet taste lingering on our tongues uncurling to let out the truth.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
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