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I weave no positive, unchipped chinaWords today.Morning poured bitter tea.I drank from a cracked cup.Thirst plaited danger in braidsOf thought...no pretty bowedEndings...not yet.With lovely dawn flaps hopeFor Evening.Perhaps night will be inMy corner.Now circles demons darkAround these eyes...And I laugh. Drink, sip.Demons are demons Beaten once...Soon, twice.Today. Tomorrow.
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