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Jul 2014
Tears in my beer
I'm sitting here
Thoughts dancing in my head
I want to bleed out this shame.

Can't forget your face
The sudden shooting pain
Up a back that's lifted
So many burdens
You could sooth it all.

I stand up and sway
Like a tree in the wind
In this house of drunken slurs
I walk away from it
All.
Mark McConville
Written by
Mark McConville  Braidwood, Scotland.
(Braidwood, Scotland.)   
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