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Mar 4
my soul spills onto the countertop into this cup of tea
trembling i reach out my hand to you
"i made you tea"
you already have tea steaming on the desk next to a frantic stack of paperwork
ill pull back my hand and leave the thick silence to draw in a sharp breath
this does not count as an act of kindness to you because it wasnt fully executed, and you will not remember it.
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flitting Apathy  15/F
     Indeed, Jip, Aubrey, Alice, Imran Islam and 2 others
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