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“As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feet
into the night’s velvet slippers

I settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,
of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“life is like a teabag; you end up dead, replaced and forgotten.”
― Kieran Jamie Lee, Igloos in the Summer