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Mountain thyme tea rolled up in seaweed playing the role of a joint
All this time,
reminded of the thyme tea I drank,
as I was talking to you.
And all those stories I've heard,
from liars and thieves,
about you, not being who you say you are.
Can't even drink my favorite beverage,
my mind being leveraged,
by the thoughts of another summer without you.
Another year,
another failure,
mind messed up from beer portrayed as a liquid savior,
yellow at ...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 11:18 pm
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