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The clock strikes, marking the time.
Mad Hatter is the host, shall we get ready?
Prepare yourselves, lift your teacups.
The tea is hot, be careful or you'll burn your tongue.
Pour and pour, more until it overflows.
Spilling the tea, your fingers are now wet and burnt.
Eyes closed, the sugar in the tea is smelt by ants.
Be prepared, for you, who are busted.
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The Unsung Lyrics From My Head
PoetryA compilation of broken poems, random lines of words, sleepless nights thoughts, and shower thoughts as form of expressions because I have difficulties in comunicating or expressing myself in real life.
