Poem: Hungry Stomach
Lukesh UmakIt was cold, I was told He was a dick I already knew, Though I was going by toeing He was cruel, I was sure But he was one of my best friends. We were heading into the dark Like sitting on a cold iron tank. A gutter dumps us, leaving the scars Alone on the way in the midnight, Where there were no bikes and cars. We headed to his girlfriend's house Like two dark shadows walking slowly like mouse He whistled near the gate when the colony was asleep On the 1st floor Dim light coming from a…...
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