He took the coffee cup from the shelf
He whacked it against the table
He kept going
He slammed the cup on the table
The cup cracked
The cup, small, pink, and fragile
His wife's favorite, her first
He poured some bourbon, took a drink
A few drinks later, drunkenness settles
His hand hits the cup, it lands on the floor
It chips
His wife comes home, she sees it
Her first, her favorite cup, forever chipped
Repairing can't happen, it won't
She leaves him, and takes the cup
She keeps the cup safe, not to be harmed
The cup will never be the same, broken
The cup will always be chipped

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