FlavorA Poem by Pharosthe aroma of yesterdays dinner...
The years have made me bitter,
this past few days have been so sour. Today is no better, a under cooked kind of bread and butter. The stale lifestyle gone and wanders, an after taste that's still left me bothered. Your scent that stays and lingers, the aroma of yesterdays dinner.
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