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Deep, rich flavor from a steamy cup.
Every little ounce wakes me up.
From my slumber, awaken the dead.
The aroma fills the air as I cling to the bed.
Decadent chocolate sweetens the taste.
I stumble around with very little grace.
My feet hit the floor like hammers on wood.
I don't want to get up though I know I should.
I follow the aroma, that scent Heaven sent,
And stop at the pot on the cabinet.
I take a drink and then a deep breath.
Give me mocha or give me death.