From your white elephant 

April 19, 2015 · by · in alcohol, anger, bitter, hate, life, London, love, music, poetry, searching, sex, travel, UK, Uncategorized, written word · Leave a comment

The ongoing transition of one relation 

To another 

Wondering if

You ever stopped drinking about me 

An allopathic state of existence

Was all we had left 

Like the hymns hummed 

Once there was blood on our hands 

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