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His friend expires in his arms,
curdling from life
as his use-by date passes
and his contents turn deadly.
Any attempt to convince people
se’s still consumable
fade away at the odour
and white fuss coating his flesh.
His friend squeezes too hard
and breaks skin to the
rot beneath, sobbing at
the mush, only half-solid,
that his treasured comrade
has become as it slips
from his grasp and
seeps into the world.
Scribbled Thoughts 