The one about the vase

The void.
The void filled by beers on a Tuesday afternoon.
The laughter. The spillage of laughter.
Half void.
The spillage of words from my mouth, of warmth from my fingers, of feelings from my being.
The void.
The void.
The void filled by beers on a Tuesday afternoon.
The laughter. The spillage of laughter.
Half void.
The spillage of words from my mouth, of warmth from my fingers, of feelings from my being.
The void.
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