Days of Plenty

 

I'm tuning out my mum

Who's on the phone

Talking about my dead cousin

I know I shouldn't tune her out

It's denying emotion and it isn't good

But my eyes are already welling with tears

Fine, a compromise-

I'll listen to sad songs

And blame them for the tears, instead

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