In the hills
Cursing the heat
You taste tea
Your day job
And at night
You text
Of love, loss
Memories
And I remember
How I once
Wanted to be
A planter’s wife.
You taste tea
Your day job
And at night
You text
Of love, loss
Memories
And I remember
How I once
Wanted to be
A planter’s wife.
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