black tea with sugar sits in a thermos
driving along the coast on a cloudy day
warming us down to our bones
but only when the sky is grey.
8.21.19
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Poesiajust some poems. not all are mine. eventually i think ill delete this and organize my poems into something else and have one of just ones that inspired me, but for now theres just this, just me sharing things ive needed to share for a while
