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Apr 2020
a sip of smooth dried leaves.
head thrown back,
gulp
gulp
gulp.
your heart has been thawed.
empty mug
which you hold,
your cold hands drinking the leftover warmth.
yet empty it is; unable to replenish its ceramic exterior.
i'm getting colder
and you put me away.
i'm waiting patiently for you to feed me again.
with warmth
and mint leaves.
only for you to drink me happy.
i beg for you to use me again.
Written by
yan
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   Paranoid Prick
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