Cups
They need filling,
Their little cups,
Still untarnished by time.
Frequently emptied,
Playfully spilled.
Seek the fountain only pennies cast by the soft hands of young dreamers can wish to, drink from.
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They need emptying,
Our weathered grails,
Etched in unique myth,
Worn lips,
from unconscious sips.
Cast out the vintage if cheap attention let it sour on some forgotten table, marking rings.
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Each cup can fill the other,
The ritual healing,
A cheerful knock.