Ode to Brown Ink.

Coffee. You beautiful Brown inky bastard.
I love you.

If I didn’t wake up with you every morning,
I don’t know what I’d do.

Your taste. Your aroma. Your silky smooth caress.
My lips.

You wake me up. You make me creative.
Make me…

Me.

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