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May 2014
I look across the tables, eyes match mine
The various skulls connected to various spines
connected to various nervous systems connected to...

I'm jumping far from the point of what I'm trying to say.

Looking down,
My lone cup sits upon the table
Filled solely with water
And various leaves
The leaves which leave flavor
Slowly seeping into my water
Infecting nature with nature.
Water slowly changing color
Leaves slowly fading away

On the table
Slightly away
Seeping into my clarity
Seeping into my system
Calming my nervousness
Sip by sip
Suggestions and Prompts from Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter and such. This prompt: tea.
M Clement
Written by
M Clement  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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     DW and Elizabeth Paxton
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