Tea and Cake When my knees scrape rock bottom Death lifts up her manhole cover and invites me in for a warm brew She tells me my body can...

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Muted They sat on a bench that was spotted with bird shit. They didn’t mind. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and his were spread...