I Am Much Too Old A Girl
To Make A Home And Fort
From Some Palates
And The Warehouse Walls
Until A Child's Face Comes
Between The Last
Two Seats Of A Stalled Train
Her Malleable Skin On Glass
Is All But Gone
By The Times He Has Returned
Probley Swaying In There,
Older With No Hands
The Piss Escaping In Turns
Now She Leaves Me In His Arms
And I'm Sit On A Wall
Waiting To Be Kissed Goodbye
A Tag Hangs Off The Father's Shirt
While The Conductor
Nods At Me To Jump The Fence
As I've Missed The Last Train
CK
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