like a song, like
that memory you can't let go of, it
intrigues, entices, pulls you in
glides over yr tongue like
warm moonlight on the water, it
teases with a bitter tinge
tantalizes with tender fullness, smoky
sweet like ghost stories by the campfire
strange in how it lingers like
a whisper in the air, in yr soul
good coffee to drink black pure black
grip the mug steaming
hot between yr hands inhale deeply,
savor on yr breath, analyze &
memorize, close yr eyes &
swallow
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