Just a short little poem I've written. Want to post some more of the longer ones but the format on here makes it a little difficult. It never wants to space out my stanzas but I digress.
Alcoholic
If she were an alcoholic
her liver would be shot but instead;
sorrow is her drink
and it is her soul that's paid
the price.
Written by
EchoSounding
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