Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
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Posted on December 14, 2018 by Mabh Savage
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Sometimes the tea is
Heavy, dense; peculiar.
Why did it go cold?
Category: poetry, Uncategorized, writingTags: drinks, haiku, poem, Poet, poetry, Sorrow, tea, writing
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