These are my stories. Complete fiction, with a slight influence of reality.

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Bring me the sunset in a cup
So that I may have it with me always
To have tranquil enchantment
On even the most melancholy of days

I want the luminous rays to lay their lips upon my skin
Warming the embodiment of my despairing introspection
The beaming aurora would devotedly embrace my body
Inducing a sense of comfort and alleviation


Bursts of flames synthesize in my cup
Colors such as persimmon, topaz, carmine, and cardinal
Dancing in harmony to the rhythm of nature
Certainly such a blessing could not be found in a mall

So year after year, I am everlastingly asked
"What present did you dream up?"
And year after year, I forevermore divulge
"Bring me the sunset in a cup"

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