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Dripping pan

Why does she fall victim
To the lies he tell
When he pretends to care

She must be gullible
By the beautiful roast
Of a bundle of lies.

She is just a pan
Receiving his hoaxes
In form of dripping fats

From the chunk of meat
Within his thick dark heart
While roasting her black.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

4 Comments

  1. Very nicely worded, Vincent and from the chunks of meat roasting her black and blue. Awesome and what an amazing picture too.

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