the taste of southern suburbs
broad accent, dirty dialogues
long, fake, nails
after a day out in the cabrio,
misused and misdriven
this is the part of the town where I belong,
where I should have lived.
where I'm not
and the colour of the car reminds me of golden flapjacks I made for a friend. these afternoons I'm having lots of teas. at my autie's today I had a three-mints tea, brewed with her special three varieties of fresh leaves. and we tried different combos, with different tea leaves. mine is the black one. I can say refreshing, but maybe it's just my imagination.
watch out. don't use all her herbs and plants to make tea from or you could have side effects, I suppose.
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