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Aug 2017
The ghost of her father brings her to tears,
She weeps on the floor alone with her fears,
In a bed full of ***** lies a man nearly dead,
He drank himself blind to hide from his head,
While a child lies awake with wide young eyes,
Swears never to drink till the day that he dies,
I sit in the cold and the dark with a rat,
Consider the world and smoke my last jack
Written by
Rowan Darcy
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