Hot earl grey tea in
the morning a quiet cry
lingers in the blood
the people in a panic
“Leaders” calling themselves kings
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Writer in San Francisco, CA
Hot earl grey tea in
the morning a quiet cry
lingers in the blood
the people in a panic
“Leaders” calling themselves kings
Liked this poem? Read Somewhere Far Away or Hazelnut Coffee.
Sidewalk dark with rain
Fog hangs low, clinging to cars
What are you doing?
Somewhere far away, alone
I breathe in cold air
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