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Honey clings to a spoon
becomes alive in the tea
The cup riding my hand
like a wave on a hot beach
My fingers have memories
of heat, and a pent ache
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Absolute|Unrest
A Poet and Painter from Leeds, U.K.
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Honey clings to a spoon
becomes alive in the tea
The cup riding my hand
like a wave on a hot beach
My fingers have memories
of heat, and a pent ache
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Continue reading
Absolute|Unrest 