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Whispers of Tea Pot

The pot whispers,
Heart skipped a beat,
Igniting my senses;
Stomach wrapped in pretzels,
Disabling my defences.
Mind lost in thoughts,
Ignoring my pretences;
Soul trapped in phobia,
Delaying my responses.
A cup of tea, can be inspiratory,
In a place, of this tranquility. 
And the cup wonders. 
Cheers!
Hammett
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