True Love of Coffee

Once,

before I learned to doubt

I was free

Beyond the constraints of reality

And living in the substance of imagination

I was

Simply defined

A true spirit who did not know

How far my world would allow me to travel

Before finding myself, simply unique

No one

Understood

The deep passion in my breath

The heartfelt charity I would never regret

Yet I was simply me, an individual living his dream

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