Neither Hunger troubles my soul,
Nor bread butter satisfies
You may utter the lovable words
But,
you won't find blushing cheeks with teary eyes;
Your hatred can't make you my enemy
I have lost and found ...MANY ME
Fearless- fearful,
Orthodox -pretty cool,
Perplexed desires ,Now and then;
May be becoming
Another Eliot's Hollow men ..........
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