Haunt Dark Coffee

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Events, long silent; ripples in amber.
Still barbed, they tear heartflesh,
Rendering mind to mush.

Hidden consequences
Haunt dark coffee.
Ghosts of green husks, once shed, lie long discarded.

Bitter-sweet that first taste, and searing hot.
Guilt flushes reason,
Rendering mind to mush.

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