There's a story in this mug.

Dark lines running.

down slides
TELING JOURNEYS OF
A here
A now for
TEa STains
but I let them flow

down tides
over sides
ECHOING VISITS OF
That tear
That vow not
AnGEr fRames
so I let them grow

bleach hides
WASHING MEMORIES OF
This fear
This how to
sTaRt AfreSh witH
a new brew.

There's a future in this mug.

Brown times coming!