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Aug 2013
It must be an acquired taste
To wake each morning with love in your mouth.

It must be bittersweet
To watch simple affection grow complex.

What a flavour
Is living in the shadow of a man.

Perhaps I've lost my appetite.
andrea hundt
Written by
andrea hundt  Canada
(Canada)   
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