Tea Party
Eyes that scrutinize
crafted words
Formal invite
to quietus' remark
Effervescent jewels
-sugar-
Processed drug of sorts
who's last furtive touch
from metal fragments
and insistent robots
Redolent of photoelectronic factory 'souls'
sugar
sugar
sugar
Now sitting unsullied
My eyes discern absence
Where art thou?
Mocking
immaculate granulation
cold tea
desiccate tears
and a mind that rewinds
spurious memories
of the forever absent
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