Cup of Tea

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She held the cup of tea,
Sipping gently; a silent and elegant movement that,
From beneath her long sleeved blouse,
Pale flesh exposed,
Crescent scars –
Marks of a failed eclipse,
A young heart turned bitter,
And tea long gone cold.

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Be well,

Monty

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