Hot Chocolate

by Harshita Das aged 12

Hot chocolate
Forgive my manners, but that name starts to get me drooling
In a cup, spread on brownie
Looking like a chocolate river
Flowing steadily in a cup
Warmth surges through me as I take a bite
And I feel that
This is the closest to God’s heaven I will get
Without dying

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