Tea Cups

Missing identity
of Chinese coffee and tea
Where he comes from
He doesn't know
Where she dwells
She's sitting on the couch

Sipping away
The cup is full
Full of bull, I think
We sip too much
The years from
empty cups

Broken glasss
such as broken mirrors
We can only see ourselves so clearly
We are confused to pick up the pieces

Yet, she sits with him
drinking from tea cups
not knowing what they drink

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