He steeps, relaxed
Smouldering, Frenchly
Pressed, I wait;
Black, unadulterated
Depths of fruity
Smokiness that
Lingers.
He steeps, relaxed
Smouldering, Frenchly
Pressed, I wait;
Black, unadulterated
Depths of fruity
Smokiness that
Lingers.
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