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The Empty Teacup
The red pen
Flew from my hand
Leaking, inky words
Upon virgin vellum
Pirouetting inspiration
Spiralling, then swirling
Into an empty teacup
Apart from the leaves
That no longer
Had any tale, to tell
As they lay scattered
Like a confusion of words
That lay speechless
Hanging on the edge of an empty void
Like dry lips
Parched, and pursed
As an overused teabag
by Jemia
Flew from my hand
Leaking, inky words
Upon virgin vellum
Pirouetting inspiration
Spiralling, then swirling
Into an empty teacup
Apart from the leaves
That no longer
Had any tale, to tell
As they lay scattered
Like a confusion of words
That lay speechless
Hanging on the edge of an empty void
Like dry lips
Parched, and pursed
As an overused teabag
by Jemia
Published 19th Mar 2023
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