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Jul 2013
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there's
too much
sugar in my tea
i turned it upside down
but i had drank the cup
and so the nothingness came out
i tried to find another drop that
somehow hid away
and waited
for the water to unsettle all disdain
i heard the kettle whistling, the seconds to be
poured but i could feel myself become the steam that
hotly soared by disappearing perfectly, i'd managed to escape
and even if it burned me up it wasn't by mistake the candy man
would come again, of this i could be sure but company like his i knew
i'd not have to endure i flew above his crystal head and melted in the sky
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became the kind of additive that turned his tea to brine
sam·o·var /ˈsaməˌvär/
(n.) a highly decorated tea urn used in Russia
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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