I saw a potential for (the) intensity
and in atmospheric trait; what spawns,
incisively provoking that old coffee-house
view: visions wrought o' brown-beans,
redolent n' rife, sensations in browns n'
cafe-like goad - the MYSTIQUE.
Yes! And ancient-rich sepia-tones caressing
estimable hearts. A jocund friend for they who've
ripened their soul & wit, and with culture's
mandated tool: a CUP... ' first'...
then... jus' maybe then...
coffee?
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