The Royal Tea
Hope
I tremble around the fence long and pointed,
Fearful to mistread on shatters or fresh soil pressed.
Tasteless stains on fingertips threw hair tossed,
Careful to grace the corners on the ride we hated.
Let's go.
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Sees people as frames, or candles with wicks
Offers judgement on lost causes, and runs
Bears in mind all his past regrets, but lives on
Fears not the future as it approaches, it lingers
Loves rock and roll furniture
- The Royal Tea
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