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My Necessary Coffee

Jose A. Tovar·July 20, 2020

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My Necessary Coffee

written by: Jose A. Tovar

Your morning poetry
is my necessary coffee:
it awakens my heart
and energizes my soul
to go out into the world
again and again.

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Inquiring freethinker undertaking a journey of moral and intellectual transformation: I strive, I search, I hunt for the hidden and forbidden, mold it into poetry, and let the shadows within me burst free...

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