Jun 2019
You walk in the door
sour eyed
pretending to be sober
you cross the floor
veering wide
and almost falling over
I stare at you
the baby cries
and I start feeling guilty
why?
sour eyed
pretending to be sober
you cross the floor
veering wide
and almost falling over
I stare at you
the baby cries
and I start feeling guilty
why?
(Wye Valley, South Wales,)
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