(9)
"I call this dance alcoholism"
I say
As I sit there wallowing in my sorrow
(10)
He had the kind of strength
To stand on my chest
While he spoke to her across the room
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The Party
PoetryThe party is a poetry book revolving around friendship, heartbreak, addiction and the slow breaking and redevelopment of the writer's mind.
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(9)
"I call this dance alcoholism"
I say
As I sit there wallowing in my sorrow
(10)
He had the kind of strength
To stand on my chest
While he spoke to her across the room
