The cup sat empty
and beautiful
on the counter,
bits of steam
rising nearby.
A persistent light
snuck through
the curtains.
Another morning,
another chance
for something sweet
or glorious or painful.
The cup sat empty
and beautiful
on the counter,
bits of steam
rising nearby.
A persistent light
snuck through
the curtains.
Another morning,
another chance
for something sweet
or glorious or painful.
The Word Rummager 
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