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Aug 2013
tea bags wait
patiently,
they sit
in their mugs
abandoned
as hot water pains them gracefully,
it begins to encompass them
they struggle for a reason to hold on.
but little do they realise
how helpful they are
tea serves as good company for the lonely girl
surrounded by books
and memories
on a cold winters night
Written by
Daisy Shergold
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