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tea tears night

Poetry By: firephoenix

Tags: 3, Word, Poem

based on three words given to me

Submitted:Sep 14, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

I dwell in the cup of night

so cold its heat surrounds the soul

embalmed with a false sense of warmth-

my tea cup collects my fortune

as I sing a street tune.

I wittle a fiddle from my tears

string it with a tall tale

and perform with it

like im dueling the devil

where is my pedestal?

a rouse from people pretending with me

a turue entertainer, unable to sustain from tips they give me...


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