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Hoppy Pillstead Mar 2014
I stumble home
a drunken drone
a woman walks beside me

she overtakes
I slow my pace
she clip clops
down a sideway

I turn to
I wet my shoe
I here the sound of trickling

There she squats
in ripped pop socks
on my doorstep she is *******

— The End —