The taste a faded memory,
How I long for the scent.
Now I drift in a life of misery,
I never knew what it meant,
Take for granted what I had,
Waiting for the day,
The absence drives me mad,
There's nothing left to say,
Except that I was too bold,
I did not want it to be.
Now I have this cold,
and I miss the taste of coffee...
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