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» Poem: Teacup .
Teacup .
written by blackie-hawk
07:21 PM 3/3/05
He walks down an empty hall,
While he looks after a mall,
Don't think he need anything at all.

Begging me to dry my tears off,
Looking uninterested at my teacup,
The tears softly runs, feels like it never stops.

Rubbing his hand at mine,
Thinking now it's all fine.


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