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Deep-Fried (Free verse) by trustysidekick
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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