Oct 2014
My mother cried and my father drank.
Three parts misery;
Two parts tragedy;
And a slight touch of love.
That was the mix.
That was their wedding song, and their goodnight kiss.
That was their Sunday breakfast and I despised it.
Three parts misery;
Two parts tragedy;
And a slight touch of love.
That was the mix.
That was their wedding song, and their goodnight kiss.
That was their Sunday breakfast and I despised it.
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