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7d
I sit down at a restaurant,
A burger's my order;
Ambitious is the chef,
Never seen anyone bolder.

She works her magic on the bun,
The sauce is sweet and sour.
Crispy lettuce, on it
A meat patty full of power.

She is taking her time to craft,
And so I wait an hour;
My hunger consumes me:
There's nothing I couldn't devour.

Done at last, a thing of beauty,
Starving, I take a bite;
It's flavor outstanding,
Feels like I could even take flight.

It is not a flawless sandwich,
Filled with imperfection:
Burnt here, too salty there;
Still feels like I'm tasting heaven,

Halfway through, I take a big bite,
A mistake way too great:
The burger falls apart;
My ambition lead to my grave.
Written by
Kristoph Noleman  18/M/Hungary
(18/M/Hungary)   
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