A sticky dance, a rhythmic chew,
A burst of flavor, heading south.
It clings and pulls, a playful tease,
Twisting around with carefree ease.
My teeth, they press, they mash, they grind,
In every bite, a joy I find.
The flavor fades, but still, I chew,
A habit now, a ritual true.
It keeps my mind in gentle sway,
As time slips softly, fades away.
A bubble forms, a gentle pop,
A fleeting moment, then it’s gone.
Yet still, I chew, the rhythm stays,
A simple pleasure in my days.
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Abbas
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