Black coffee.
No milk or cream.
No sugar.
Boiling hot.
In a limited time span, I am to drink you.
I try to use you for good.
But you are a fuel for a day gone bad.
I FOUND YOU! I ... wait... ...did I create you? You are my magic spell. Rather, the beautiful curse, placed on humanity. Set to let the toes...
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