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Who knew just how much How much one can take How much one can hide It's amazing But sadly It's true. The whistle will howl once the kettle has had too much And it will be the loudest Most crude Most unnerving Rush of emotion That will run through that beautiful ceramic teacup. To what dismay does such teacup deserve To be filled with the scathing liquid that was too much even for the kettle? How could the kettle burn the dainty fragile item? But the teacup did not burn Did not shatter Did not even crack. The little item that seemed so obsolete next to the big strong kettle Knew no limits to what it could take, so it took.
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Dependance on the most unexpected
Who knew just how much How much one can take How much one can hide It's amazing But sadly It's true. The whistle will howl once the kettle has had too much And it will be the loudest Most crude Most unnerving Rush of emotion That will run through that beautiful ceramic teacup. To what dismay does such teacup deserve To be filled with the scathing liquid that was too much even for the kettle? How could the kettle burn the dainty fragile item? But the teacup did not burn Did not shatter Did not even crack. The little item that seemed so obsolete next to the big strong kettle Knew no limits to what it could take, so it took.
I don't want to be the kettle. But I don't want to be the teacup any longer either.
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Ocean-eyes
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
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