Fire and water don't go together,
Light and Dark can never see each other,
yet, strangely sadness swirls with anger.
Oh cup, to the brim you have been filled,
I fear that if I don't tip you over I'll never be able to use you again. Let out your contents, the mix of colours and solutions, they don't settle well swirling, hurricane in a cup. Trickle away silently if you may, but if you gush out thunderous, no fault is there.
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