Refill

Bubbles cling to the glass

Sliding down gently

Popping and disappearing

Into oblivion pass

Last sip swirling around

Golden warm brew

A bitter last swig

A faint splashing sound

I promise I won’t spill

If you could please

With generosity

Give me a refill

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