french fries is teasing my nose
that i can't prevent to sneeze
my taste buds start to crave
my tummy starting process
it's turning me to conceiving
late night desires surfacing
i know what you're thinking of
i open my window let air out
a sudden gush of air change
whole scenario to stand still
i'll settle with fresh fruit, orange
and a big gulp of cold water
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