Life
Aroma of coffee smells like potion.
A magic that makes a happy emotion.
Given some sweetness, yet not long-lasting.
Left in the darkness, someone unmasking.
Tragic things may happen, that out of control.
Imagine the chaos from a freak troll.
Sipping patience until it is empty.
Stand up again and learn to be plenty.
Enough, the word to end the insane story.
Much better if we leave things in hoary.
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