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Nothing Wrong With Fast Food Buut

But I love the way I feel
when I am around you.
You fill my stomach with crisp edges
not everyone can make.

Since meeting you,
there isn’t a day that goes by
where I don’t think about the last thing I’ve eaten.

I am excited to hear about your day
all the things that have taken place.
These are the morsels of food
that I wrap in a napkin
and take with me everywhere that I go
bacon included.

Although there’s nothing wrong with fast food,
this, by far, is way healthier.

Your voice
my favorite syrup to cover my pancakes.
Your name
my favorite thing to lick off my fingers.

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