With sugar please

I'm a teapot
warm and boiling
boiling so much that my top is pounding
pounding me until I can no longer feel the burning sensation
this rapid race
and unwilling face looks at me
not wanting to touch me
for I will release the hot, over boiled tea
Inside of me.

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