the coffee is black with notes of cinnamon bitter to tongue pleasant to palate
her lips were sweet like fresh berries but her tongue tasted acrid like dreams gone to dust
the coffee is black with notes of cinnamon but today i long for cream or possibly a bit of sugar
her eyes like diamonds beautiful but too close it was clear nothing could match the hardness
drinking black coffee while black flag sings black coffee yet all i can do is stare at the ceiling instead
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I didn’t quite get the last bit of this poem…š¤
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black flag is a punk band with a song called black coffee. The chorus is drinking black coffee, stare at the walls. I changed it to fit.
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