Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat
Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut
Its energy powers my life
Without it
There is nothing but strife
In a world too loud and chaotic
It makes existence possible
The drink of the gods?
Or a devilish bargain struck
No matter what
I am now stuck
Addicted to its smell
Now and forever
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