Slow Set
I want to wear, again, stonewashed denim and snatch
a tenner from my mother’s leather purse. I want to take
the bus to the next town, my stomach full of elephant hawk moths.
Let the boy beside me be drunk on rum and coke
and Angus Young.
Get Started for FREE
Sign up with Facebook Sign up with X
I don't have a Facebook or a X account
Your new post is loading...
Your new post is loading...
|