poemranker ::Deep-Fried by trustysidekick

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Free verse № 18005

Deep-Fried

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 Sep 2002 · 0 comments

What does this say now? I can't fucking read it. Your handprints are deep, Deep in the cement. The store was closed? It was due at four. I made some stew, and dropped it on the floor. How many times do i have to tell you? My pencil broke before i could show you. Twenty-four hours of retrieving a rope. Trying hard but still unable to cope. You were my parasite, I was your host. Now suddenly you act as if you'd seen a ghost. Oh Well, Goodbye, I tried to deny it. But instead, I accidentally deep-fried it.

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