
When the Jobs Ran Out
Four weeks since we said goodbye, and still I haven’t learnt to cry. The forms are done, the calls have stopped, your house is cleared, the keys are dropped. I’m sat here on the…
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Four weeks since we said goodbye, and still I haven’t learnt to cry. The forms are done, the calls have stopped, your house is cleared, the keys are dropped. I’m sat here on the…
Read Poem