Camomlile VodkaA Poem by TheFourLeafedCloverTo all the times we’re pushed to put on a mask and pretend ……The masks we don all day for the men around us taunt us from the wall, in the solace of the night. Every moment spent under one of those veils chips a sliver off you. But there might be one person; Someone who tears off those masks and smiles at the mess they find underneath. If you don’t have that person you stand a chance to lose yourself. You’ll end up forever being everyone’s cup of tea and never someone’s shot of vodka. And I sure do hope that one person is on their way. Because I’m on the brink of being that cup of tea forever. And tea tends to get cold and left on the breakfast table until someone remembers to pour it down the sink….
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