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Treasa's avatar

A quiet poem that contains so much. That first line sets the scene perfectly, brings me home to my Dad's kitchen. The skinned teapot has a cosy starkness to it, sure why would anyone scrub those past cuppas/history off. I feel all of this.

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Jeff RE's avatar

Such a touching piece. I find this so relatable, and particularly enjoy this bit:

"Five souls in a room,

Counting the distance made,

Together or apart;

Weaved in the wind"

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