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now we're banned from this store
she wanders the frozen food aisle
pondering tasteless peas or beans
should she fake another night healthy
or go home alone with ice cream
i wander these lanes
an empty basket in my hand
something should be in there
like a promise i used to understand
and i see her now
pulling her hair back to read
ingredients to prepacked meals
feed the stomach, deny the need
and i've never kissed
a stranger in a freezer
and she'll always remember
the silly way i had to meet her
now we're banned from this store
some things you can't do in aisle ten
we may have defrosted the hashbrowns
but for that moment, it was purest heaven.
- Jason
12:08am Wednesday November 15, 2006
<-- Back to the poetry menu.
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