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The Coffee Mug

Sip goes the divine lips,
teeth clack against.
Porcelain unscathed, handles curve to the moon.
Hot is hot, but not on hands.
Opalescent white, death Valley is not as flat as underneath.
Pour it in, as a liquid is dammed inside.
Written by dangerousdesires (TheVoicesAreWatching)
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