True Love of Coffee

Once, when I was little,
I remember hearing voices.
Chaotic and playful,
perfect,
friendly.

When I was older,
I had become deaf,
slowly losing myself
to the murmur of indifference,
that we call society.

Now I know,
that I am far more,
than what other people see,
I am, without doubt,
listening.

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