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the cute cup
is not full
it is half empty
half empty, and I am thirsty
from the cute cup,
I drink the milk
the milk you poured into it
then
the cup becomes empty
but my thirst comes not to an end
it is sunday
the groceries are closed
I am not willing to pay the ridiculous price at petrol stations
besides, the entrances tend to be filthy
maybe
in the early dawn of monday
will someone pour their own milk into my cup
just because it's cute
Wow, that was a spontaneous poem.
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