There are oranges
the color of gossip
There is tea bruited
to honeyed brownThere is dreaming--
tastes like freedom
There is water shed
parading like blood
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I think I told a story that wasn't entirely mine to tell yesterday. I may have to scrub it soon; I'm sorry. * Overall, a better day...
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