Until the cup is empty

Like coffee grounds

You have changed your course

To flow into the pot

that you want to be a part of

To become the perfect brew

a little color and specter is added

to your impression

While you add your own sugar

depending on what catches you

You are taken in according to your warmth

Special attention paid to your burn

Then, when you become perfect

siphoned are you

Until the icing is seen at the bottom

You are spent for your flavor

your packaging, act of mouth

As silent as you are

As silent as you can be

Still, you are swallowed however whole

Soothing their craving

Like impregnating the barren

by every fiber of nature

Amidst arrogance

Until you can do no more

followed by a chaser just like you

Dripped from the same grinder

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