Fried chicken feels like home Fried hard and crispy, a mess and twisty , the seasonings burst in my mouth as the crunch massages my ear. My teeth come down and meet the sweetest cooked flesh of that blessed chicken And Im grinning and Im winning and Im finning and im sinning , my gluttonyContinue reading “Fried Chicken Lover”
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