I have a reoccurring dream 

Of overly ornate glass teacups 

With hand painted gold details

All stacked up on each other 

Crashing down onto the hard wood floor

Absolutely shattering into pieces


The sound of the crash

Jerks me awake

Until I drift to sleep

Only to have the same dream 

Repeating itself again and again. 

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