Frantically swiping to the left. Frantically swiping to the right. Which one means like again? Jesus Christ, I’ve just gone and lost the love of my life Hang about, I’ve got a match, things are looking up. Now to play the old waiting game for no apparent reason. Thirty-six hours on the down-low should doContinue reading “Dating”
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Town
Saturday, and town buzzed like a pissed off hive Too early to drink at such a pace, but how else are bad ideas spurned on by sensations between the thighs going to turn into guilt ridden conclusions? Anxiety prevents the lining Just as well, cos no lining gets you flying Then it’s a nose diveContinue reading “Town”
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