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Biblioklept 
Reblogged this on ghostgrrl007 and commented:
I fell like this every morning….
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When I die
wrap me in a coffee sac
from Panama that traveled
across the sea
Until then let me be trapped
with fresh beans in a shop
inhale the vertiginous aroma
that floats with me home
in a plain brown bag
Let me sip a cup of coffee
the color of camel’s hair
have the brown liquid
warm my body
and cure it
of any disease
Stop me from
taking a bath in coffee
washing my hair or
tanning with coffee
Have me awaken at 3:30 in the morning
and brew more coffee
watch it elate me
quicken my heart
put unheard of ideas into my head.
O golden tincture,
O burnt offering,
May the goddess of coffee bless us
and the river of coffee
never run dry
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Adore your blog!
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I like the poem, too. Maybe I can have my coffin filled with coffee beans.
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