Apr 2020
his breath smelt of whisky
and his cloths of cigarette
S M O K E
his hands were rough
as he stole from my
B O D Y
and when he had taken
what he wanted
he left me in the
T R E E S
and his cloths of cigarette
S M O K E
his hands were rough
as he stole from my
B O D Y
and when he had taken
what he wanted
he left me in the
T R E E S
