Teacups

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    Teacups

     this morning i sat upon a teacup
    the etch inside was of a aztec moon
    blue and shining in its glory
    this teacup
    didn't spin
    but it lead me to a new beginning
    a new realization
    people arent who they seem
    they lie
    cheat
    steal from the heart
    but on a mask for all to see
    this teacup woke me up
    sitting in the maroon
    gazing at the turquoise
    tomorrow is a new day
    we get the worst habits from each other
    like hate
    like deception
    like you
    nothing is ever set in stone
    but this teacup promises me
    i'll wake up tomorrow.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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