I was not a fan of coffee,
How insane it was to drink coffee I thought,
Until I understood a cold chaotic life.
On one dull day,
When I wanted to try something new,
Came my first big mug of black coffee.
The first sip dark and raw,
Broke my sadness and gave me a smile
It was my warmth on a cold evening,
A drop of water to a parched land.
My cuppa that's insanely hot
Doesn't burn me at all.
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