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How I like my coffee

I'll have a large coffee please.

Give it to me black,

give it to me bitter.

Let the beans do their thing

let the coffee keep it's zing.

No need to make it sweeter,

I want

what most people consider

a one hitter quitter.

Unadulterated,

unaltered,

night colored coffee at it's best.

I want to feel my heart beat out of my chest,­

stay up all night long

with the taste of the earth on the tip of my tongue­

I want  it darker,

I want it bolder.

Flavor stays long,

the coffee bites strong.

Do not **** my coffee

with sugar and spice

or anything nice.

You sweet-toothed zombie.

Haven't you heard?

Truth be told,

when it comes to coffee...

fortune flavors the bold.

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Written by
abraham-elizondo
36 / M
Published
Feb 17, 2017
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27·125
Tags
#dark#coffee#bold#fortune#taste#joe#flavor
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