She claims to be
A tea lover.

Drinking only with
One flavour.

Without spices;
Without pure milk.

A little strong
On the palate.

She nudges not
From her mixture.

Always loyal to
Her special brew.

Her ideal concoction
Is hard to figure.

What is certain;
She knows her blend.

The perfect tea
Of mysterious end.

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