Kings meal

i'm here all Year and all year im here”
how come i have to see you everyday of the year,
can't be life” 
will be too weird’
oh my dear, how do you grow  much fear
in this tear.
Really ‘it's eating me
and beating me”
how to stop
from finishing me.
Days to night,
this hawkeye has marked and locked on.
And In me so much fumes,
know that if unity
would ever come between
us two” my fumes'
and your perfumes
will enlight humans,
too wear our love’
and dress in our joy’
and dine in our paradise,
and if there's more,
to there appetite, will offer your shine as fine wine’
and our moan taste for sweet Lemon cake. And yet’
if there tummy still
not yummy” and there rolls’ still stuffed with money.
Then will blush them,
with our kinkish best’ to full and fill there seconish.
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