In a small comfortable room, I am revived with the potent and unmistakable aroma floating about.
A classic white China cup sat before me steaming in all its beautiful freshness.
Not a single person is unaware of the bitterness it contains unless customized beverage.
It was the resurrection of choice that the general public always chooses first.
Despite the harsh flavor it is popular due to its reviving qualities.
There is without a doubt a soon to be new we started couple flirting over one of the many rap locations of the cup that is sat in front of me.
I'm willing to bet their is also most definitely a casual meeting taking place with once again the same health in the eager businessman's hands.
For some it's never a harsh enough punch to the face and for others it must be drowned in endless amounts of sweeteners and sugar.
Despite the variety of forms and meanings, this simple cup contains.
We are all united in its name.
COFFEE.

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Poetry In My Dreams
PoesíaSome of my odd and random variety of poems that I write. please enjoy!