Oh! Dear, dear tea,
What have you done to me?
I started my day with you,
sometimes, even for you,
but it was all false actions
followed by more deceit
and malice.
I intake you not out of smell,
taste, flavor, or love, anymore
but rather out of habit,
or should I say тАШcompulsionтАЩ!
What have you done to me?
It is morning chirpings that remind
me of you, it is the evening breeze
that softly knocks a remembrance
of you,
I am sorry tea,
for, you have caffeine in you,
we canтАЩt go out anymore,
It is toxic for me,
but for the sake of old times,
I will write to you
occasionally,
sometimes on Sunday evening
and nevermore,
for, in our case, it is hard to
discriminate between love and
compulsion.
References:
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