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2.2.10

1 and 3 and 1 and 3 and 1 and 3


so callously and cold
my cuppa feelin bold
threw me out in the cold

this marking on my map
tucked underneath a flap
to u i gave my map

wearily return to travel seas
new cracks and bruises on my knees
sail off on solo seas

where water's fingers slip
your kiss upon my lips
a moment my heart slipped

a journey in the wet
and you my special cuppa
a stain upon my map
and you my searching cuppa
songs of travel trees
and you my dearest cuppa
i am so glad i met
 ~michelle
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