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my dear friend
where have you gone

i vaguely recollect a time
when the honor of your presence
didn’t require steeped, fermented tea leaves

[with sugar and milk]

once i’ve cleared the table
a bit
you’ll return of your own volition

until then
my elusive friend

will that be one lump
or two?

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