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^she_ ^she_ had a love/hate relationship with food she only fed with her eyes, i was a sparkless firecracker and spoke English like i hated it. not the least bit compatible in any department at any hour on any menu she wouldn't even drink the water. I would slip through the cracks should she stop staring at me up and down her beautiful 'it is' she lit an incense and i was ignited. i offered up an apple a yellow delicious manifested i peeled it for her but she wouldn't taste it. i laid eyes on her lips kissed with dark secrets an awakening of insects with equal day and night. She ate me with her eyes clear, bright, ripe it rained on the fruit and i took a bite. I spoke to the grain in her ear i had so much to say succulent was my speech She took it all in. potash, stolen, honey and rye sup the festal dish don't cry she had parted the thin line between a want and it's fill. I lapsed into that petri-dish pierced by her green staring Her warm glassy ogling all up and down my countenance. Nourished of palate perception She relished on her diet. I indulged as her entrée feasting her with my gaze. It would take a while like a gala supper without wine. ^she_ would have no seconds no weakness for flavor of the same. well fed and fed up she checked me out her unusual hunger gave me best regards No repeats nor duplicates since such foodstuff is most uncommon Her daily bread was nurtured with the edibles of my mind. The End.
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