Kinsrow
Kinsrow Avenue was
icy bitter dry
Not solely just the winter
rather every second spent there
Kinsrow was a broken heart
Kinsrow was mental illness
Kinsrow was relapse
Kinsrow was family dying
here and there
Kinsrow was the worst time
Kinsrow was dreadful
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