Ravaged
It ravages your throat sweetly,
the sadistic grin in that cup.
There is no need for sugary,
it ravages your throat sweetly.
Bitterness blooms in cold coffee,
one sip burns without a buildup. ?
It ravages your throat sweetly,
the sadistic grin in that cup.
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