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Thorns in a cup
that cut so deep
My,
Soul is spilling
a flavor of tea
That,
Stains my glass
with history
And,
Washes away
the misery.
I bleed a handful
that drips to my feet
Until,
Oceans...
that cut so deep
My,
Soul is spilling
a flavor of tea
That,
Stains my glass
with history
And,
Washes away
the misery.
I bleed a handful
that drips to my feet
Until,
Oceans...
