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Cold Dreams of Hot Tea

The cold dreams of hot tea,
Biting grains of sugar that—
Are just too much for the delicate,
Unaccustomed mouths.
The blank eyes of the wall patrons,
The books, paintings all saying:

I’m here,
But never truly conversation.





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