I miss them
missed them
kissed some of them
loved all of them.
Holy ghosts
move the goalposts
when it suits them.
I'm listening to the fireworks
at least
something works in
broken Britain.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
I miss them
missed them
kissed some of them
loved all of them.
Holy ghosts
move the goalposts
when it suits them.
I'm listening to the fireworks
at least
something works in
broken Britain.
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