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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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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
My Staple Food
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.
A morning poem for my enamorata. My HP Poem #892 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
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