Yell at a cook, in the midst of making a meal, how unprepared and unfair the dish he served is and he says, it’s not finished yet, you’re eating uncooked dough. Outside looks done but inside, it’s still raw. Not fit for certain types of consumption.
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Edmond is an INFJ layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. He can be reached at: Carolinawriter@protonmail.com View all posts by Edmond