Steak
Taste it slowlyThere it goes
Watering my mouth
As juices flow
It seems
Uncanny
As I see the steak
Upon my plate
To my perfection
And it's
MMMMMMMM
So rare, and
Dripping down my mouth
I'll eat
Despair
And loss
And
All those things
Upon my plate
Until it's
Gone.
8-12-09
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