stomach is calling
enzymes is secreting
intestine slowly following
that movement of the dance
mid of the chest is paining
like a injecting a needle
toung in hope
ready to taste
nostril tingling
breathing the smell..
eyes are searching
where is my favourite meal
but poor girl is smiling
A smile that didn't see
moisture on her parched lips...

~ sirius ~
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