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2d
As secretly as the weeps
of final rain drips.
in my black work socks,
to hungry micro-wave
and I do feel  lucky,
chosen upon flocks
for skin I so crave
and I'm forever formed,
memory's not wasted,
down in kitchen seas
Midnight cravings,
for her Lasagna
and home-grown pizza,
3 am growl cravings.
She knew the way,
to my instant heart.
And loved her for it,
days & appetite
Love roundelay.
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Written by
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  47/M/Australia
(47/M/Australia)   
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