I’m tired of this empire:
tired of being mistress to its master,
raw to its refined,
spice to its substance,
colour to its white,
extra to its ordinary,
outlier to its centre.
I’m tired of its tongue
upon my tongue.
I’m tired of this empire:
tired of being mistress to its master,
raw to its refined,
spice to its substance,
colour to its white,
extra to its ordinary,
outlier to its centre.
I’m tired of its tongue
upon my tongue.
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