Love's cups are scattered all around,
Half-full, half-empty, overturned, forgotten
Nothing can be as toxic, as overpowering
As unforgettable and remorseful, all at once.
Drink at your own despair, drink to drown the here and now
Be born away, a willing victim, and drink:
Drink up until your cup is drained away
And then only dream, of other cups and days;
Love will never come to stay.
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