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Sipping her mint tea, she watched the day melting away, right in front of her,
in the form of sugar
stripping off
dying 
into T
Without screams
Without complains
Without a single sigh

Yes, it was a day just like any other
Reflecting the one before
Or the one still awaiting round the corner
Reminding her of three nonexistent men of her life

For like those three days were just a prolonged version of one
Those three men were different versions of one
Waiting for nothing

And so with T gone
She scanned hundreds of words for one last time
Subliming into the very nothing
Just like that crystal

Of sugar