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I've had my breakfast, Still I'm so much hungry, Only 'cause of her, I guess! I've not talked to her, She's the only hunger I've, Both in my days & my nights. I've liked her flavour, Flavoured it is like olives, Her voice is my final dessert.

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Atul

35 / M / Indian

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Written by

Atul

35 / M / Indian

Published: Jul 17, 2015
LinesWords: 1147

Tags: #love #poem #food #olive #staple #flavour #dessert

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