Holiday’s and summer dress classes,
Being locked in wardrobes.
Holidays and long-term bus passes.
Conversations stilted by massive gaps.
Breaks. Silences.
Deluded, arrogant and deceited.
Angry and bitter about something a long time ago.
I’m plotting my answers to the fight which will come-
Which I am to loose.
To stand up and fight for those side wards glances and snide faces, of your boots and shit hair.
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