Teahouse Zenno lumps where they shouldn't be, when I wished for this day I thought white caps, sky on the mountain, clarity, but now I understand the fishwife for whom a dress of gold, a whole palace, wasn't enough, if you don't know how to be thankful do they take back the gift so you're left alone by a howling sea, because it could all happen again, the monthly check-up, the numbers my friend met her shadow in a dark alley, I must write fast and faster, I must love deep; magic fish, you are drowning, what I want is the wisdom of an old woman who runs a teahouse on a dusty road and nobody knows why they like to go in there for tea.
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