Queen of Cups

She drank the wine
She steeled the heart
Because she was the only one to cry
When the two lovers must part

She buried it deep, in her yard
She made her cup epitaph
“I’m the Queen of Cups,” she said
And this is my funeral

July 10th, 2019

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