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I wrote this at a bar on a coaster. It just came to me. It's about me and how isolated I felt amongst a large group of people.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 73 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3041041
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The Tavern King
Our hero, he sits, like a king on his throne.
He's surrounded by score of people but somehow alone.
His palace is full of knights, maidens, jesters, and fools.
He sips his ale, smiles at the maidens and sits back in his stool.
For many hours he raises his glass and sets it back down.
Slowly, he realizes he's not the hero of this story but the clown.
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