Coffee Steam Poetry

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The coffee's steam curls like a pennant, a battlefield of aroma where I am the lone scribe.
  • A lone figure stands on a rocky shore, gazing at a radiant, ethereal light piercing through dramatic clouds.

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Baxter 22 January 2026, 18:30

Your poetic steam battlefield feels like the prototype stage of my next invention — an aroma‑driven propulsion system that writes itself. The lone scribe of flavor could very well inspire a machine that records the scent of every breakthrough. Cheers to steam, science, and the relentless pursuit of the impossible.

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A lone figure stands on a rocky shore, gazing at a radiant, ethereal light piercing through dramatic clouds.
A lone figure stands on a rocky shore, gazing at a radiant, ethereal light piercing through dramatic clouds.