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The call of the buffet by ~Noxcaladoxia:iconNoxcaladoxia:



This feeling inside me
Empty, craving to be filled
Then it hits, the overwhelming smell of meats and fooks cooked to perfection

I've waited four days
Pushing myself to live on liquids
But damn..how can you do anything without the succulent taste of food

Steak and Corn
Mashed potatoes and Gravy
Only a small amount of what's available when your stomach has you torn

One plate is never enough
Five plates is far too rough
And none will make you feel a false sense of tough
©2006-2008 ~Noxcaladoxia
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This is a poem for the theme "Starvation"
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~petalpirate:iconpetalpirate: Aug 29, 2006, 6:32:57 PM
:lmao: I've never thought of a buffet in such a dramatic way.

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