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Jun 2021
It wasn't like we sat up 'til three
drinking cheap sugar gin
was it always lies
that you had dripping from your chin?

It wasn't like
you screamed for me in the night
perhaps it was me
that gave you the fright?

It wasn't like
my tired body was always yours
I always lay wide awake
whilst you sat behind the doors
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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