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Jan 12
brewing,
steeped so long
the tea is hot,
almost too strong

darkened;
a burning tongue
with steam that also
burns my lung.

porcelain;
tea-cups clamber
broken pieces,
cutting anger.
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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