. ::::::: 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 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: became the kind of additive that turned his tea to brine
sam·o·var /ˈsaməˌvär/ (n.) a highly decorated tea urn used in Russia