I love its stimulant;
This feeling is rich.
Its taste is sweet, and bitter.
I tend to think better and more clearly.
I suppose everyone has their choice of drug, and I get my rush from coffee.
The smell and taste.
My senses race in an order alligned.
Helps with my poetry, becomes more refined.
Developing a scheme.
Developing my theme.
I grow in these writings, and thats no exaggeration.
See for yourself, my implications: past writings and extreme battles through my poems.
You will see, what I know are actual applications.
And then you can appreciate, my maturations.
This isn’t the end.
I have just begun.
My 100th time, picking up the pen.
My 100th time getting back up.
My mind is tough. I am close to some sort of victory and special moment.
Thats deep in my psyche, I choose to believe that.
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