Burn, burn, burn. Broken so fine, bitterly bitter. Black, steamed, roasted, toasted. Charcoal waves, volcanic, hissing out our ears. I've chosen to love you, despite your ugliness, your pig face painted pretty by cream and sugar. Looking into your tar-like depths I face the lie of our shallow love. How you've used me and I you, selfishly, wantonly for you caffeine. Let us remain in this union of bitter convenience.
Yes. This was about coffee.
This is why I get stared at weirdly at poetry readings, because I can't take myself seriously. Pffft. Hope ya'll are alright.
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