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Cup Of Tea Philosophy
Autumn offers me a cup of coffee chicory
from my quill's antiquity as a chill haunts
and my muse continues to weave
the breeze of a dark quintet of butterflies
silencing the winds abandoning the lace
miming a shadow of Autumn lost
and my muse continues to weave
from the depth of my mind's curiosities
cascading down a rainbow of twilight
offering me a cup of coffee chicory
from my quill's antiquity as a chill haunts
and my muse continues to weave
the breeze of a dark quintet of butterflies
silencing the winds abandoning the lace
miming a shadow of Autumn lost
and my muse continues to weave
from the depth of my mind's curiosities
cascading down a rainbow of twilight
offering me a cup of coffee chicory
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