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I have a bashed-up coffee donker, From too hard and too much dinking — It sits there, next to my retro, white barista-chine*, On my movable wine bar, Slash coffee trolley cart; My all-in-one entertainment scene. Where, previously, I had a silver aluminium bucket Storing all my coffee sloshes. It seemed like a convenient (cheaper) way To free my frustrations fancifully — I could have gone to a firing range, Or let some golf ***** fly, Usually though, I just internalise the anxiety and rage — But, life is fragile Like a china tea cup cracked — Do we hold on to these crooked pieces, Like we hold our inner wounds, Hoping to mend them one day — something sentimental? Mindful? Frugal?! Precious.
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Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
bekahalle
Cracked china tea cup
I have a bashed-up coffee donker, From too hard and too much dinking — It sits there, next to my retro, white barista-chine*, On my movable wine bar, Slash coffee trolley cart; My all-in-one entertainment scene. Where, previously, I had a silver aluminium bucket Storing all my coffee sloshes. It seemed like a convenient (cheaper) way To free my frustrations fancifully — I could have gone to a firing range, Or let some golf ***** fly, Usually though, I just internalise the anxiety and rage — But, life is fragile Like a china tea cup cracked — Do we hold on to these crooked pieces, Like we hold our inner wounds, Hoping to mend them one day — something sentimental? Mindful? Frugal?! Precious.
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