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Keeping House
Flowers wilt on the window sill
The kettle steams a warning shrill
And I can smell cigarettes
A lone white sock is lost at war
Cats trade insults with tooth and claw
And I can smell cigarettes
A table ringed with coffee stains
The baby brews a hurricane
And I can smell cigarettes
She's been drinking
He's done thinking
And I can smell cigarettes
The kettle steams a warning shrill
And I can smell cigarettes
A lone white sock is lost at war
Cats trade insults with tooth and claw
And I can smell cigarettes
A table ringed with coffee stains
The baby brews a hurricane
And I can smell cigarettes
She's been drinking
He's done thinking
And I can smell cigarettes
Published 23rd Oct 2009
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Anonymous
23rd Oct 2009 7:04pm
the iteration makes perfect sense, i have never read anything like this before, lovely stuff sinead!
