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Published in History & Culture, Literature & Language, Poetry Analysis

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Published in History & Culture, Literature & Language, Poetry Analysis

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Poem: Hungry Stomach

It 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, ...
It 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 window, dear
Quickly flung opened,
He looked at me when a waiter gates amount in token.
She threw a rope and descend
I saw her in front of us, she handed him cash
Who was every time on her depend?
While returning, hungry stomach made me ask
I am hungry, can we have some snacks?
He tapped on my back and said let's go jack
We came back to our home
Too late at 4 am

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