Spilled Drops
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Category : Poems
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I'm a cup
Filled with liquid
Teetering the rim
Once picked up.
Once cupped
It becomes steady
So if prone to accidents
Don't tread too hastily.
Once dropped
The thoughts explode
Into droplets
All over the floor.
The small puddles
All settle
Into reflections
Of me.
