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Paper Cups
Dreamless
It's a parched night
I tiptoe outside in hopes of inspiration
The moon is wired
She chuckles at another lost and misplaced one
I exhale, but I can't feel the air
It leaves my intricate mouth and floats around
waiting to crawl into somebody else
Metaphorically- it is hope
And we all know where hope goes
it gets lost in paper cups
I can't be the only one who notices
Very profound.
J-Called