Unfolded Poem by sreedevi sadasivan

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Paper Screams:
You are dead
Dead to me dear
Even though you married me
You madly loved the idiot box
Frowning whenever you took your eyes off
It seduced you with its mad frenzy cricket
And action flicks of heroes getting money and girls
Hope your flat-faced friend also keeps you warm at night

Monday, October 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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