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coffee or tea
doesn't matter to me
the depth of 
one not shallow
the other

rich and deep
bitter but sweet
those toasted beans
sing to me
slighting my soul with
warmth and peace
sinking into these
cold weary bones
a cozy highlight
to breath into
the sunrise over
the dead of night

tastes like honey and spring
a field of colours
brightening the shadows of sunset
mirroiring the pinks oranges and rich blues
to cerish and swish
each small sip
shattering into subbtle
blending flavors 
of sky, into you for
the cold night ahead

I shiver 
as the night drags on
for without light
there is only dark.