Bare mattresses dotted around the city

Whispered plots in Nandos
Spellchecking the bedsheet.
A smoke bomb purchased with pocket money
Flavoured cider downed and chests puffed out
We march at dawn. I'll get my mum to wake me up

Posted By: MonkeyPuzzle, Jul 28, 11:45:49

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