Stepping into the sweet shop Coins in my zip up wallet No credit cards, no phone, no phone card Lady behind the counter takes my bag, asks for 13p I take the wallet from my pocket * Life is slow, but I don’t know it yet I walk out eating the first of three blackContinue reading “1993”
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