Tea Time
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I itch for the tea time
I burn to have with her
a steaming cup of tea
and soak with her on the table
the heavenly moments!
I itch for the tea time
my morning’s essence
the time she talks
I talk
nonsense
laugh
bluff
cough
as the tea
refuses to go down the throat
for it too loves these moments
with two voices
in one voice
rejoice
being together
with the morning tea
dreaming
it would last
eternity!
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