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Rich Tea

we sit drinking coffee,

much is yet unspoken,

my cup looks cracked,

her biscuits all broken

 

the flat smells of damp,

split ends and oily hair,

scars bangle her wrists,

focus of my coy stare

 

by the hearth lies a cat

of a species I deplore,

yellow paint peels off

a lone bedroom door

 

on her neck a blemish

coated in stale powder,

all in all, a f...

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