The days purchase and discovered treasure. A little ceramic pleasure with all the promise of a energetic spring at sunrise and a warm hand hold at nights end.
Filled to the brim with a raspberry colored liquid with notes of rose petals at dawn.
Held with caffeine it brings hopes for the days being, all the possibilities in each scolding swallow.
Nights gripped with camomile to calm into a dreamy sleep, fog, and drizzle.
Perhaps this cup holds to much and sipping away it's weight could relieve the pressure.
Perhaps it feels to hollow, swallowed in it's emptiness.
Ignore the perhaps for the ceramic delight shall be filled and used until destroyed.
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