what does your blood remember?
Is it filled with tea,
brewing constantly in the valves of your heart?
I'm an ancient beast
capable of withering and burning without warning
alight, supinely lingering
shake fisted, I am staring you down
and you are an ancient beast
youthful and ignorant
Still you do not know the meaning
of all that tea-soaked blood
pumping through your heart
you were to love me
and leave me
and I
I know the meaning of that.
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