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this
tea, liquor of green
faint sensing aftertaste tang of the
ground herbs that concoct this
grazing pasture for the wanting buds.
crystal containers iced
under shields of colored glass shadowed
by the frost of the deep
in which resides this moss mercury
out from its cold prison
leaving trails of trickling flora
flourish among the red
to infect the being, soul, and mind.
[rain in japan]
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