My name is Paul Prince , and my mother is an addict. I cradled her Addictions and a trafficked woman from Ukraine my grandmother took her in our home the sanctuary shelter haven of lost causes Trafficked woman and I married had three kids and loads of piss and vinegar bickering I’m an all-day sucker My wife is a liar her words bloom like barbs under my skin we share a welted shirt family heirloom I think she thinks she uses for fun Coney Island without the crowd I think there are devils who camp in her heart who fol
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