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"As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night's velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars."
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"As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night's velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars."