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surplus passion

he’s halfway cross the world, and fast asleep,
and she prefers to never eat alone.
she knows whose company she plans to keep
and so, she taps a few words in her phone;
the new guy says, “sure thing”, as he is prone –
the share a meal, a drink, a laugh, a bed;
for surplus passion must be will be fed

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