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Upon a plate where golden secrets lie, A crispy love, fried whispers in the air, Each tender bite, a vow that will not die, Like watermelons kiss, soft and rare.
In self's embrace, the soul begins to feast, Compassion blooms in flavors intertwined, No need for others when oneself's released— A legend forged where heart and taste align.
So savor love within this sacred art: Fried chickens warmth, sweet melons gentle start.