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This is personally one of my favourites from my book. I actually wrote this 2017 at my grandmother`s house, on the sofa around the after listening to a beat that had been sent on Whatsapp from a dear musician friend of mine. The title came about after we both expressed how beautiful concepts come after drinking coffee. He wanted me to do a verse and this is what transpired in less than an hour. I hope you enjoy. _________________________________ It was After-Coffee when he came in with his magic. I had cleared all the rooms. The soul is a huge house to live in that I don`t know if I want to be tripping on any more shrooms. It was After-Coffee. I rinsed our windows. I don’t know if I`d eat his soul inside out. We were ruined but love grows. I know he wouldn’t hesitate to feed me to the scarecrows. The ambience of the mere sacrifice is the door. Do you know that magic? It was After-Coffee. The truth comes when we don’t sleep. You stand and never leave. We opened to find help. In our Castle, I seeked but he found me hiding like the eyes of a moving carpet. He blushes but “chocolate is the new red” I said with magic. Have you tasted it? It clears you out and leaves you laughing. Don`t count the leaves in your garden. This is how I fall in love, it’s enchanting. His soul waters mine, It`s been a while since I woke up to such, my body hates him but anyway, would you like some of that After-Coffee Magic? {XM} Amazon:

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Date: 10/16/2020 8:22:00 AM
If you need any help with anything on here, just let me know..
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Date: 10/16/2020 6:00:00 AM
This is a great poem...
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Date: 10/16/2020 6:08:00 AM
I appreciate you. Thank you, thank you. I need to read yours, I am still new here. Very overwhelmed by all of this.