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Jul 2019
Who I thought you'd be
Is not who you are

It skewers me.
Left to cook like meat on a stick
Leftovers that are never eaten
A flavorless piece of swine
Wrapped around miscellaneous produce

Eat me!
Eat me!

But I never will.
Keep in my fridge to eye
Watching as it molds...

...the skewer stays right in my heart
That once beat for you
Datings rough
Kamblamian
Written by
Kamblamian  Mesa, Arizona
(Mesa, Arizona)   
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