Your Cup, My Cup

Contemplation is over

The broken pieces are all loaded on my palms

Time fractures

between you

 and me

You and she are going to exchange vows

What is love?

Satisfy me with your answer.

 

You are pouring coffee

My cup, your cup

The last drip always goes to yours.

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