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How slippery is the black tea
That slips out of a tea bag
And loses her dark tone
And how smooth
Is the white milk that dissolves
And loses herself, diluting color
And how beautiful is a cup of tea
Where black and white blend
To one consistency – in one twirl of the spoon
Making whirls, becoming one flesh
Where color has no value or power
And love lives as a mullato child.

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