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Sweet aroma; your skin
Your breath upon my chin
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But I'll sit here a little longer;
Sip my coffee laced with cream.
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I got to the diner early that morning
Only to find posted a horrible warning
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Four, I adore you freshly ground.
The smell! The beans! Open and free!
Even the grinder’s psycho sound
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I awake in the morning, brain in a fog;
The familiar puffed foam feeling fills my head.
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Windy weather Closing eyes
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Oh, how I savor that rich aroma
Rising as the coffee begins to brew.
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Coffee can be sweet or bitter, have other things added or taken straight, smooth or strong Coffee can be savored or shared, it can take long to brew or be instant.
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Some days When the light streams in the window
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Her bright yellow jackals, who bray in alarm,
holding cradles of mud in their cold, metal maws;
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I stayed at the spot, where she reads and she writes, and she knows that my breath is infected with death
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Werden nur die Kaffeemaschinen vollautomatischer? Ich finde nicht.
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frothy liquid smoothes down my exasperated
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unfiltered coffee always makes me feel a bit
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by Sir Love Coffin
40 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 22 6:00 AM 2008. In Lyrics, Adult, Dark, Thoughts, Metal, Coffee, Personal, Goth Rock, Anti-God
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Your kisses are all the wishes that my heart desires
Your smile touches all my darkness inside to go dim
by Sir Love Coffin
21 lines,
on Sep 22 5:07 AM 2008. In Lyrics, Love, Personal, Nature, Spiritual, Hope, Life, Pop Rock, Goth Rock, Coffee
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I met my love
On an Friday evening
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by Sir Love Coffin
32 lines,
on Sep 21 12:55 AM 2008. In Lyrics, Love, Adult, Dark, Goth, Pop Rock, Coffee, Depression, Isolation, Personal
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by Sir Love Coffin
50 lines,
on Sep 20 3:34 AM 2008. In Lyrics, Adult, Dark, Personal, Nature, Marijuana, POT, StONEd, Drugs, Coffee
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I want a Mocha java,
I’ll drink a Marrakech.
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From dawn to dark
my coffee pot is full
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I inhale that perfectly brewed scent,
And sip just a little, oh so much it meant.
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Flipping it over, the soft sound of the bending edges tumbling head over heels on the mahogany table top.
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Pour me a bottle from your bubbling glass chalice,
Bring me a vial of the root and the stem.
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If there was a Starbucks in Baghdad...
The world would be better off
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Serve magical grail, upon my tray,
Heady voyage through steaming latte;
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Whenever I’m invited round,
For a mid-afternoon chat...
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heavy eyes open
too early for conversation
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The Smell of coffee swirls through the air
And I think back on the good times we shared
by Beverlynohime
14 lines, 8 comments,
on Sep 10 9:13 PM 2007. In friend, friends, coffee, smell, young, math, survive, fondest, Love, Life
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Imagine This.
Starting at the back,
by alystosz
26 lines,
on Sep 5 9:11 AM 2007. In Tom Waits, jazz, clubs, whiskey, smoke, teeth, coffee, stain, yellow teeth, dirty
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Its quiet and the windows are glazed in heavy fog
Whispers sneak around hiding in the corners of the room
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Face on cold glass
Hair unbrushed, eyes tired
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watching sugar grains
stream toward bottom -
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I wake to your fragrance
steamy, bold
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im driving down on penn street in my chevy and listening to a good beat
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The sun rose up against the dark horizon. A current moved along the wires.
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Scalding liquid slowly pours into the ceramic mug, Steaming, seething, wand'ring in the earthenware vessel
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