AFTERNOON TEA.
10/5/09
Our legs braided in white linen and heavy quilts.
Crescents pooled around our silhouettes,
Drowning sleepless apprehension.
Anxiety melted away my teacup-covered limbs,
and a mirage of ram horns emerged from the skull.
Drink me up babydoll.
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