The Glass
The glass of water, filled to the brim, sits on the table.
The Glass
The glass of water,
filled to the brim,
sits on the table.
It glistens in the morning sunlight,
streaming in through the window,
sparkling with the optimism of a new day.
A cat circles the room,
C…
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