A Cracked Teacup

Battles rage in the present day.

Breakfast in the morning.

A breakfast teacup bears witness to war.

Battles that tear—but do not define.

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Teacup

Morning ritual, bliss

Breakfast sip, chipped

Porcelain sides crumble

Currents rippling through Earl Grey tea

Fallen

Teacup

Cracks in the perfect porcelain

White chips, small and silent

Shimmer in the light

Still joined.

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Which object in your life has been a witness to change or loss, yet remained?

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