COFFEE

Stripped from its parents

like bark from a tree

then pummeled to a powder

as if denying its grace

its early morning fumes

permeate our atmosphere

beckoning us to arise

from our sated slumber

warmth begs to be absorbed

much as if it were sunshine

flowing into your deepest parts

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