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[Apr. 27th, 2009|08:53 pm] |
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earlier, as i was boiling water, i was thinking of how it would be more poignant if i were doing it for tea, to warm my hands as i cradled the cup wherein the teabag was steeping, or for coffee, to wake up to with my bleary eyes and sleep-rumpled face. alas, i'm boiling it for pain, pouring it carefully into a hot water bag with the steam blowing into my face, to soothe the ache that plagues mother, wishing it all away. |
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