Cup of Soup

In some kind of late night blossoming rays of sunshine ideas
Waking up to warm soup to cool your soul’s present longings
Groaning to rise to a new day the sun shines unspoken words
Of wisdom over your cherry covered milk in your pink plastic cup

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