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a little coffee cup meant to be filled waits eagerly in the cupboard with all of her will a small cup she was but she could do the job just waiting for someone to pull the door **** she'd show them her colors and her half heart handle she'd be filled up with coffee and set on the mantle Suddenly something illuminates the dim lips pressed against her brim she'd get a chill if she ever had skin warm hands held her tight her job was finally fulfilled she must be quite the sight but her owner was not to skilled down she tumble off the window sill and right before everything went black a deafening CRACK!
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
the little coffee cup
a little coffee cup meant to be filled waits eagerly in the cupboard with all of her will a small cup she was but she could do the job just waiting for someone to pull the door **** she'd show them her colors and her half heart handle she'd be filled up with coffee and set on the mantle Suddenly something illuminates the dim lips pressed against her brim she'd get a chill if she ever had skin warm hands held her tight her job was finally fulfilled she must be quite the sight but her owner was not to skilled down she tumble off the window sill and right before everything went black a deafening CRACK!
don't worry, I have plans for this cup
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
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