Tepid

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When tea sits
It becomes tepid
Cold or hot to start
Reaching room temperature

We do that
Sit too long
Come to room temperature
Forget the heat and cold

The fire of passion
The ice of disdain
Lose the emotions
That make us

All of us
Just folks
Looking for our way
Through the fog

Love touches us
And we forget
The things
That we are

Consumed by desire
Searching for something
That we know
Is inside

Others give
But not enough
Or too much
And we reach

Stretching a hand
Not quite
Touching
Or connecting

Or sometimes
Connecting
Too much
For us

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