life is like a teabag; you end up dead, replaced and forgotten.
—Kieran Jamie
As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night’s velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.
—Sanober Khan
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