Suitcase Poems
Saturday, 2 October 2010
They Say
I was in the room
Standing
Straining to catch
Conversation
They say your ears burn
When someone talks about you
My left ear to the wall
My hands pressed with balance
It hurt
To hear this name being
Fucked &
Pissed on
It hurt
To hear her say...
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