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1d
on the Edge of a Tea Cup
I sat on the edge of a teacup,
Spinning, spinning in a saucer,
My feet dangling in the boiling,
Tea-stained water—wondering
If it were better to fall forward
Or backward.
Written by
Sia Harms
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