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My Misspent Youth
Cool girl, Canary Wharf, pickpocketing promises, of necklaces and neck kisses, when all she wants is dinner and drinks, the chance to collapse into the city, see the world, on the right side of the river. Taking notes, in lectures, bustling bars, on how to find a rich man, to take to the inevitable family…
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My 21st Birthday
You set off the fire alarm, pulling me from my novel, to the grass outside. From a boy into a bird, you surfed towards me, and I was wrapped up in you, and bows, your giddy gift, though it was my turn to receive. Your bullish greed, wouldn’t let my eyes, or my heart…