Late Fall Brew
Caffeine and Quiet Regret
–—the caffeine still does its job, but the energy doesn’t reach joy anymore This one’s about that hum: the small, unspoken guilt…
Late Fall Brew
–—the caffeine still does its job, but the energy doesn’t reach joy anymore This one’s about that hum: the small, unspoken guilt…
The Froth and the Fury
–—hit twice, think once It sounded bold, it sounded clean,Two shots to cut the in-between.You wanted strength, a jolt, a spark,Instead, you…
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