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beginning: playing football in the communal playground pitched between mountains of concrete brown brick office blocks blockaded high street shops council housing kingdoms. memory; taking potshots at metal goalposts slicked with the rain and scabbed spray paint till the olders kick us aside basketballs in hand for freethrows from the poverty line. unlearning; to think love like marble too cold and rich to touch in fear that it’d turn out to be ***** like two boys looking at each other for too long can leave stains no amount of febreze can air out. end; i still can’t sleep in your arms but you never stop searching for me in yours all there is left to do is let myself be found.
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Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
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beginning: playing football in the communal playground pitched between mountains of concrete brown brick office blocks blockaded high street shops council housing kingdoms. memory; taking potshots at metal goalposts slicked with the rain and scabbed spray paint till the olders kick us aside basketballs in hand for freethrows from the poverty line. unlearning; to think love like marble too cold and rich to touch in fear that it’d turn out to be ***** like two boys looking at each other for too long can leave stains no amount of febreze can air out. end; i still can’t sleep in your arms but you never stop searching for me in yours all there is left to do is let myself be found.
I grew up in East London. This is how I want to commemorate my leaving it.
#boy#london#growing#up#love#sleep#flats#poor
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Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
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