Poem

Teenage Room by Paul Wooldridge My mother speaks in detail, I avoid her tired gaze and stare at local headlines, folded double down the page. She talks of calls and records, staying strong and on the go. I know I should be helping, be of use, keep up the show. I only want to slope […]

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