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The Mug You Claimed

by The QuillOak Editors

There's a mug in my cupboard

I'm not allowed to use —

chipped, wrong color, yours

since the second week.

Funny, how love arrives:

not fireworks,

just your name, quietly,

on everything I own.

Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.

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