Reaping Boons
by cereseithne
Plunged a macabre auburn sugar cube
into her caffe d'orzo fused with barley,
to gratify a guest who loathes caffeine
as it tasted like an orange swirling flames
on her primrose blusterous icky tongue.
Yet, finds it piquant for the glucose
that catalyzes his unfixed codependency.
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