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Anticipation Gets the best of me Love has the sweetest of scents Even a whiff boils my blood In hope of a full meal Just crumbs And leftovers That is all I encounter You, woman Taught me how to love Never how to forget And I'm hungry

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fverr

American

Published: Dec 9, 2011
LinesWords: 1247

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