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Kieran Messer
Poems
Apr 2019
On Fried Chicken
For the first time,
My mouth is home.
As I bite into the
Ever-so-succulent flesh,
I feel warmth;
Toastiness.
My mouth
Lubricates with every
Soft chew,
As my teeth
Gnaw at the bone,
Ferally, instinctively.
#food
#chicken
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Kieran Messer
23/M/United Kingdom
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