A thump of rage
A cry of pain
It was all the drink
You are not to blame
It clouded your thought
Blinded your love
It hurt so bad
Yet how can I be mad
It wasn't your fault
Just the drink
That you've downed since noon
And just your fists
That turned against me so soon
It wasn't you
It was the drink
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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