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Some days


‪Outside, the frogs are singing in their own little verse‬
‪There is a peacefulness I have not heard‬
‪I am not happy, I am not sad ‬
‪I am stuck in the middle ‬
‪Sometimes that is bad. ‬
‪The angel is asking for something she missed‬
‪A song, a rhythm, a moment of bliss.‬

I cannot tell her, what she wants to hear, I just understand there is nothing to fear.

‪This taste is so foreign‬, I just cannot guess‬
‪Random in flavor, Hypothetically messed‬
‪Acerb is the only word it could be to describe this flavor of tea‬.

Much Love 💜 Much Life

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