When the cup becomes full there remains no more room
No more room for liquid slices of life to be distilled
No more room for solid bullshit that cannot be explained
No more room for patience when others don't see solidly
No more room for questions already answered
No more room for sleepless nights or lifeless days
No more room for otherworldly romance
No more room for anyone's illogical moves
No more room for miscommunication
No more room in the cup without spilling
No more room in the cup without cracking
No more room in the cup without spliting
No more room in the cup without tumbling
No more room in the cup without drying up
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