Peppermint Tea
A tongue to be satisfied
Ice cream, from a light purse.
A choice to receive breeze
Or be embraced in a chilled, dark room.
A fight to be remembered
Or a fall towards the deep end.
I strike the gavel in favor
Of my bad guys
I silenced my Angel.
I chose an answer that melts
with Spring's winds,
rather than my preserved tea leaves—
My Peppermint.
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