#ObjectWhispers
In a quiet room where shadows play,
A teacup whispers to a saucer gray,
“Do you feel the warmth of the morning light?
It dances on our surface, oh, what a sight!”

The saucer replies with a gentle smile,
“I’ve cradled your warmth for quite a while.
Together we hold stories untold,
Of laughter and secrets, both timid and bold.”

A clock on the wall chimes in with glee,
“Tick-tock, dear friends! Time flows like the sea.
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