POEM- The Róisín Dubh
i then saw you
under the red glow
of the smoking area lights
i felt so silly
pretending to be lost
going around the place
with a pint of blackcurrant juice
it tasted so icy and sweet
as you chatted away to people
later when i walked downstairs
i noticed you
getting with someone
in the corner under a shelf of books
and old guinness posters
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hair-ladysheep said:
Róisín sounds like a cunt. Jusssss sayin’
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Wednesday, 21st March
