Empty Teacup
The city doesn't excite me
Quite as much as it used to.
It's bustling with energy and footsteps,
But none belong to you.
The streetlights flicker on
and drown out the sunset.
I put the kettle on to boil,
And set the table for one.
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Empty Teacup
The city doesn't excite me
Quite as much as it used to.
It's bustling with energy and footsteps,
But none belong to you.
The streetlights flicker on
and drown out the sunset.
I put the kettle on to boil,
And set the table for one.
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