the sink.

My face

spills over
in the tea-stained

morrow
breaking into

pieces
and streams,

and I row
the fray.
My face

floods
around its deep

orange lips
speaking

the night away.
And my face

spills over
in the tea-stained

morrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo :  Emilie SCIARLI ~ https://www.instagram.com/teddycalavera/

 

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