Gnomes

 

Gnomes

 

And she was the empty-head,

Though she couldn't help it 

She wasn't helping herself. 

 

Eyes wide shut; a handbag

Of hand-me-downs and scratchcards, 

Screaming at the day-in

Day-out grind.

 

The hallway was always

Clogged with junk, 

The kitchen table tasted

Of tobacco.

 

And it would rain,  

One day, and you'd 

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